[ The answer is disappointing, but not surprising. And unlike the kneejerk disgust that Howl has felt when hearing other Pleroma express the same sentiment, Howl can accept Dextera's feelings for what they are, in this present moment. In response, he stays silent, leaning against the palm buried in his feathers ever so slightly. The silence is... comforting. It always has been, between them. ]
I WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.
[ Howl lowers his head slowly, until he's completely relaxed and curled up on the cement. His neck curls until his snout is half-buried in the feathers of his body, a distinctly bird-like posture that still allows him to look up at Dextera with one blue eye. ]
...I WON'T ATTACK YOU AGAIN, EITHER. LET'S NOT FIGHT AGAIN.
[ Even as he knows he can't entirely promise that, in every circumstance, he's feeling determined to try. What's the point of trying to fight Dextera if he also wants to save him? It doesn't make sense. ]
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I WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.
[ Howl lowers his head slowly, until he's completely relaxed and curled up on the cement. His neck curls until his snout is half-buried in the feathers of his body, a distinctly bird-like posture that still allows him to look up at Dextera with one blue eye. ]
...I WON'T ATTACK YOU AGAIN, EITHER. LET'S NOT FIGHT AGAIN.
[ Even as he knows he can't entirely promise that, in every circumstance, he's feeling determined to try. What's the point of trying to fight Dextera if he also wants to save him? It doesn't make sense. ]