A small blonde cadet sits alone. He seems still and at ease, but his thoughts opposite his quiet still exterior. A tall man with long silver hair approaches and places a hand on the meek little boy's shoulder. It glances up and for a moment we can hear his thoughts all scream at once.
"I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, but remember the cruel words you say. How good you look when you smile; how much I love your laugh but not when they're cruel. I day dream about you off and on, but only of our good times… replaying our conversations; crying with the hurtful things you said or did. I've memorized your face and the way that you look at me, that hurts more than anything. I catch myself scared again at what I imagined. I wonder what will happen...will you love me this time?"….
The man seems to know, but doesn't exhibit any reaction. Just leads away the trusting lamb.
