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Notes: Spoilers for up to 'Wishes on the Water'
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Danny had never liked violence. Yes, he had promised Princess Shayla that he would help protect the earth as the Iron Bison. But actual fighting... that was something he avoided unless it was absolutely necessary. There was nothing good to be found in it, even if the cause was a noble one. And to be honest, he simply didn't have the heart for it.
Things had changed.
He wanted to fight-- now. He wanted to charge in, start attacking and not stop until the Org had paid for what he had done. He wanted the monster (even if they were hurting the planet, Danny had never thought of Orgs as monsters, not until now) to regret his mistake.
There was a part of him, the part removed from the rage, that was frightened by this.
But then he would remember Max. Finding him washed up near the shore, barely breathing. Being as gentle as he could as he carried him back home. Trying not to think about how quiet he was. It... it was strange for him to be so still for so long, even if he was wounded. It was just in Max's nature to be doing something. Like running around the Animarium, ready to talk off the ear of anyone who so much as said hello to him. Or trying to find a new way to get under Taylor's skin. Or coming up behind him when things seemed bad, giving him all the reassurance he needed with a simple pat on the back.
Or grinning back at Danny after their first kiss.
When Danny remembered that, his newfound zeal for battle came back stronger than ever.
"We'll find the thing that did this. I promise."