Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20160126100308/@comment-25799194-20160207094341

I toss it behind me to be picked up by the next person, letting the wind carry it.

I'd already trained myself to hide the depression from her. Constantly being pinned down and roughly ridden then sent off to the shops, where some of the other humans would laugh behind my back due to this damnable collar.

Not to mention what happened... before I was captured by her.

If I wanted to be a manipulative bastard, I'd have revealed my sadness... that honestly, I don't feel loved by her. But I don't want to upset her... if my happiness has to be forfeit for hers, then...

So be it.