It hurts.
Maybe a lot more than you think.
I only wanted to make him proud.
To make everyone proud.
Anybody proud.
He thinks I don't see him gaze at his other family.
I do.
And you know what I see in his eyes when he looks at them?
Regret.
Longing.
Longing.
And you know what I see in his eyes when he looks at me?
Regret.
Just regret.
It's like having a thorn in your paw.
Every day.
All the time.
Except,
There's no medicine cat to help get it out.
There's no cure.
It's always there.
And it's poisonous.
Everyday,
A bit more of your body begins to hurt.
A bit more of your heart.
I'm...
I'm getting scared.
The Dark Forest is getting more...
intense.
I'm...
I'm beginning to wish I'd never joined them.
What if it makes him even less proud?
If that's even possible.