To Want and Be Wanted

“FIFTEEN TIME WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS!” He yells, yanking at the holy robe that burns his paws, ignoring how he can feel himself shaking, “Fifteen times! How many more do I have to try, how many more!”Fundy, It says, hesitantly and confused, What—“You are supposed to kill me!” Fundy yells, an admission, a confession, a wish, and can’t help the sob that rips itself free from his throat, as he clings to the robes and ignores how the begging burns him with shame, head bowed as if he is praying, “Why won’t you kill me!?”Fundy, adrift, alone and without a supporting system, turns to a God in hopes of freedom. The solution he gets is... a little bit too furry for his taste.