.t.h.i.n.k.{TWICE} [Sanceul]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The sharp trills of evening songbirds descended on Sanceul’s ears, but she only managed an indifferent huff of breath in response to the melodies. With the number of disconcerting ponderings that wormed their way into her skull, she was unable to appreciate even the simple beauty of nature’s songs. Instead, she continued tracing the path leading to the stream just up ahead. Her gait was hindered by a slight limp, and she winced as she struggled to keep her injured leg off the ground. Several deep thorns were lodged into the scarred flesh of her pad, and although it was far from the worst pain she had endured, the location of the wound was enough for her to seethe with discomfort.
Finally, she reached her destination, and slowed to a halt on the bank of the narrow waterway. Gingerly reaching forward with her wounded limb, she hissed at the chill of the current, but saw that the blood had already begun to sweep downstream in a cloud of pink. Withdrawing her paw, she quickly kneaded the thorns with her fangs, and after a few curses, a few scarlet-stained spines sunk to the depths of the rushing rivulet. While she had initially intended to dislodge the thorns, clean her wound, take a drink, and split clear out of there, Sanceul found herself wading into the brook. Her already thin coat plastered to her form, and suddenly she was small, with nothing but the curves of her spine and legs to give her shape.
Lowering her head beneath the torrent, she angled her nose upward and above the surface so as to breathe, and savored the exotic sensation of water gliding over the conspicuous scar on her throat. There was a slight puffiness to the scar, which was usually an indication for infection, but she ignored it. In her mind, the fact that she even survived the assault on her life was a feat within itself. If I could survive Morgan, I don’t think some stupid infection is going to do me in.
Paws kicking at the loose pebbles that lined the bottom of the creek, she exploded out of the water in a wave of molten glass. There was a moment of silence while she reminisced of her latest encounter with her father, and she felt a pang of alarm when she realized how vulnerable she was out in the middle of the river, without any cover to shield her from attackers. Without any hesitation, she kicked her way closer to shore. Next time, I can’t freeze up… last time was way too close. Need to work on that.

((I have no idea how I wrote that much for a meaningless intro o.0;))

[Sivoncé™]

This is what I brought you
this you can keep

Across the stream, dark paws crinkled over fresh sprouted greenery, the grassland fronds bending back effortlessly under the silent beast's prowl through the moon-shadowed woodland. Evening danced her skirts across the sky now, entrancing the forest in humming birdsong lullabies, a false sense of dazzlement and protection. Like a snare, she twirled and spiraled in waiting, waiting for one to dare to dance along with her.
And then she'd step away, and we'd see what monsters avoid the day...
Sanceul was there, across the stream -- he saw her slim, limping figure on the opposite bank, but did not immediately call out. It was rare for words to leave his mouth in these recent moons. The eyes of the ebony-silver brute, shaded copper, had rusted over. He was troubled, confused by the world and its barriers around him. But no longer so open. Not so innoccent. He knew enough of the world, in his pawful of moons, to taste cruelty.
And I was the needle the poison sank through. I was the vice for hate and murder. The violence wielded me. My claws were not mine. I was theirs.
A shudder shivered down his spine, and immediately a cold sweat followed suit. A small snarl curled off of his lips, and he turned his head away from Sanceul, to the reflectiom in the ripples below his paws.
I knew myself in death. But in life....I know nothing of my own mind....I don't trust myself.

This is what I brought
You may forget me.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Droplets slipping idly from her whiskers, Sanceul fixed her eyes up on the shining, silver splendor that was the moon. The final golden rays of sunlight scorched the sky crimson, but the moon was still clearly visible. Stars were even beginning to bleed through the evening canvas, and Sanceul soon realized that the melodies of birds were beginning to fade into silence. Paranoia gripped her. The darkened, murky waters glimmered with reflected embers, but while it had once been an opportunity for relaxation and pleasure, the prospect of being alone in the dark without a clear vantage point of the surrounding world suddenly filled her with dread.
Slipping back toward the bank, she suddenly felt her foot catch on something beneath the waves. She uttered a yelp of surprise, her head suddenly shoved under the waves. While panic blossomed scenarios involving Morgan and other enemies lying in wait beneath her paws, it took only a few seconds for the fox-like female to notice that she had swam straight into a submerged log.
Figures.
Kicking her foot back to release it from its prison, Sanceul emerged at the surface, sputtering and coughing. She dragged herself up the bank, casting an irritated glare in the direction of her incident while she caught her breath. Her coat was heavy and damp with moisture, and she shook herself in an attempt to rid herself of excess water. It didn’t do much, but it was a start.
“What an idiot,” she muttered to herself, settling herself beside the shore and gazing into the water. With nothing but the weak glow of sundown to aid her vision, she allowed her eyes to wander over her reflection. She smirked after a minute of scrutinizing her image. “Not very intimidating… no wonder everyone always comes after me,” she muttered, studying the scar on her chest. I look like a freaking bullseye for rapists and serial killers... if it weren't for Damien, I'd be in my grave already!

[Sivoncé™]

The ripples Damien was presently engaged in staring at suddenly grew, multiplying and splattering. A largesplash echoed behind him, and he whirled around, eyes flickering to the place where Sancuel now rammed into a log. He winced as she reemerged, grumbling something softly. Well...dang, that had to hurt! "Er...you okay there?" he woofed, a bit perplexed at how this all came about. He chuckled softly in spite of his dark dwelling thoughts, momentarily distracted from existential hunts.
Wait....back up....when was the last time we had a good laugh? I....I don't remember....
...because after he'd gotten done feeling sorry for himself by the Twilight Lake, finding closure in the abscence of what's-her-face, he'd been too stupid to befriend Sanceul just yet. And then there was the raging Hellfirians in the Twilight Clearing, the cave in the woods were we slept and healed....and then the encounter with every-damn-thing-that-could-go-wrong....and then another cave....and now.....this river...we really need to find better ways to amuse ourselves.
So, grinning slyly, he bunched his muscles and lepy across the whispering waters, padded over to Sanceul and nudged her back into the stream. "Consider yourself soaked -- I thought the river missed a spot before!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((btw, the whole "Sanceul running into a log" thing is based off true events... I once swam into a tree (one that had been covered by water) while I was swimming xD))

Having been overcome by paranoia since her incident with Morgan, the sound of a voice—albeit a familiar one—was enough to make her leap in alarm. After a moment of scanning her surroundings for the source of said noise, it dawned on Sanceul that it was Damien’s voice, and she instantly slipped into a state of relaxation. Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she nodded her head in the brute’s general direction in response to his inquiry.
“Yeah, I’m fine… just attacked by a ferocious, wolf-eating log is all,” Sanceul groused, the upward curve that split her maw emphasizing the obvious sarcasm.
Damien was near enough to touch now, and in a brief second, she found it odd that she was completely comfortable with this brute from Hell… yet she avoided most contact with righteous, earthly wolves. Not to mention that he seems so serious all the time. I mean, jeez—doesn’t he ever lighten up?
Her thoughts were immediately debunked, however, when she felt herself tumbling back into the creek. Emitting an oof! of surprise, Sanceul emerged from the tide with a heartfelt laugh dribbling from her open maw. So much for the ‘serious’ theory. Shooting Damien a vengeful, yet playful, glare, Sanceul curled her lips to further form a sly smirk. “Really? Well, that’s funny… ‘cause I think the river missed you entirely. But we can fix that!” She lifted her hind leg and released it, sending a barrage of splashes in Damien’s direction. A chuckle rolled off her tongue. Feels great to laugh again!

[Sivoncé™]

(( I think I've done something similar xD))

Perhaps the shadowy brute would've reacted faster had he not been enraptured and mesmerized -- by two oddities in particular. Well, maybe three. Nevertheless, he stared stupidly at Sanceul's floating form as the stream water ricocheted up at him in giant rockets while his head was tilted at the curious sound and sight of Sanceul laughing. What was more -- she was neglecting to berate him.
"Gahh--AHH!" he barked, swallowing the spray involuntarily at it chugged at his face. He stumbled backwards hastily, the long hairs around his face hanging and soaked with water. He shook himself, but it did little to help the wet-wolf appearence -- he now appeared as if he had a moist afro and Jesus beard. He contemplated this new do in a nearby puddle, still taking care to stay far away from Sanceul and her water guns o' doom.
"...ya know, I don't look half bad. What do they call it? Oh yeah, yeah, -- I look hot!" He snickered darkly to himself, silently reflecting on how many ways that could be made into a pun.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((lmao—the Jesus beard strikes again! XD))

Pumping waves of water toward Damien, Sanceul’s legs eventually slowed and her attempts to soak him faded into soft splashes. Twisting her form so as to touch all paws on the riverbed floor, she began wading out of the stream. If it was possible, she appeared even smaller than she normally appeared, with her drenched coat sticking tightly to her form. Purposefully standing ridiculously close to Damien, she shook herself, sending water droplets flying in the brute’s direction. She fought back an evil cackle as she sat down beside him, peering intently at the puddle that Damien had focused his attention on.
“Hot, huh?” she repeated. There were so many ways to respond to that statement that Sanceul couldn’t help but smile to herself. She lifted a forepaw and poked Damien teasingly. “…yeah, you’re smoking, buddy. Making me look bad,” she snickered.

[Sivoncé™]

(( But of course -- didn't you know, Jesus rose from the dead three days after! ;D ))

Damien smiled softly as Sanceul's face appeared in the blurry mirror with his. He raised a brow slowly at her, gradually turning his eyes to her truer face. His grin grew, and a deep rumble began in his chest, rolling into a gentle chuckle. " 'Smokin', eh? That explains the roaring ball of fire and opening of hell's gates! I'm too sexy for my fuuurrr! So sexxy it hurrts!!!" He snickered devilishly, nipping Sanceul's ear sharply. "What about you, princess? You must've sprung opne some forbidden barrier with your, ahem, dapperosity." Damien sprang from her side, eyes lively, figure poised and animated. His tail was arched high above his crouched head, nearly tickling the tip of his nose as he dipped fluidly into this pup's posture. Not only lively....his eyes were huge, round, bubbling with some sort of hopeful happy-go-lucky urge he wasn't all that aware of.

Well, hey....puppy joy = joyous puppy!! =D

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((oh god, I cracked up when he started singing… and you’re description just gave me an image of Damien looking all pup-like… and it was ADORABLE XDXD))

As much as she struggled to swallow her laughter, Sanceul suddenly found herself giggling at Damien’s fairly ridiculous song. He looks like he’s been on wolf-nip… and dear Lupus, this is amazingly funny! she thought to herself, an amused smile on her maw as she followed Damien with her eyes. Her sapphire orb twitching in surprise when he tugged at her ear, she immediately responded with, “Hey, don’t call me princess!” But she was unable to restrain the giddiness in her voice when she spoke, so her words came out as more of a playful yip than an irritated complaint. Whatever this guy has, I think it’s contagious…
Smirking when she noticed his stance, she stood on all fours and bounded over to him, poking his nose with a paw. Although she had initially intended to engage him in a playfight, she found herself smiling instead, and parting her lips to release a short string of melodious words:
“Masquerade…

Paper faces on parade…

Masquerade…

Hide your face so the world will never find you…”

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Despite the fact that she obviously lacked the ability to sing, she burned with concealed warmth at the words she spoke. My foster father used to sing that to me she realized, recalling the memory with a certain fondness. But before she could dwell on the past a moment longer, she stuck out her paw to cover Damien’s eyes, chuckling softly as she did so. “…this settles it. We must play a game…I mean, what’s a life worth living without a little fun? Therefore, I propose… ah, I know. Yes. Perfect—hold on…”
Sanceul wandered away from where they had been sitting, approaching the stream and kneeling to retrieve a large, flat pebble from amongst the rocks. Gripping the bitter-tasting object in her maw, she returned to stand in front of Damien, dropping the rock at her paws. Reaching out with one foreleg, she etched a slash into one side of the stone, and then trained her gaze on Damien.
“You and I are going to play a little game of Truth or Dare. If you refuse to play, I will annoy you until your ears bleed, and then make you play anyway—and trust me, I possess that kind if power,” she announced with a smirk in her voice. “Now listen up; this is how we are going to play: the marked side is ‘dare’,” she nodded at the slashed edge of the pebble, “and the unmarked side is ‘truth’. Let’s say it’s my turn… I would toss the rock. If it lands with the scratched side up, you get to tell me to do something. It can be anything—ridiculous, terrible, stupid… whatever you want. I have to do it. If it lands on the blank side, though, you get to ask me any question, and I have to answer honestly, no matter what it is. Then, after I’m done, then it’s your turn, and you’ll toss the stone and… well, you get the picture. Sound good?” She narrowed her eyes in interest, already contemplating possible dares and questions for the brute opposite her. Oh, and I must take into account that he’s hyper… I mean, how many chances do I get to give a guy dares when he’s acting all spastic?
“Oh, and since you’re a probably a newbie to this game, I’ll even go first…” Gripping the stone in her jaws, she flung it up into the air, and watched as it descended and rolled to a halt at her paws. The scratched side stared her in the face. “Hmm, looks like you get to tell me what to do. What is your command, your majesty?” She mock-bowed in Damien’s direction. Dare? Alright… better than having to tell the truth, anyway.

((…no idea where all that came from xD I was all normal until I got to the “let’s play a game part”, and suddenly went off on a “Truth or Dare” limb ‘cause I used to play that game a lot, haha. Probably sounds completely weird and confusing, huh? *rolls eyes*
Oh, and if you wanna know the beat of the song that Sanceul just ‘sang’, here’s what I got it from: Link))

[Sivoncé™]

(Aww....that little song makes me sad && hahahaha, I couldn't resist xD )

For all of the sudden rush of chemicals to his brain, Damien was still taken aback and slightly surprised by Sanceul's sudden slew of motion. Words passed from her jaws, but as Damien attempted to listen intently, perhaps decipher what she had meant to say, a paw covered his eyes, then sprang away, like a jack-in-the-box, she was in and out and out again. It might be night, but there was nothing still about it. Nothing still about the creatures that manifested here.
Well geeze, what a misnomer. 'Still of night...' pfft. If there's anyone who can talk of the 'still of night' it wasn't still at all...

Confusion creased him. He'd been a happy pitter-patter moments ago, but...he'd done his happy rollings alone, always. A game --- Sanceul spoke of a game --- but he tilted his head with uncertainty. What exactly.... He frowned feeling ignorant. He knew a lot of life and death, from his short time in life, his length in death, and the stories he'd been taught.....but no one ever spoke of games of play. Only games of the mind, games of the heart, games of war....

He calmed steadily as she told him rules, the workings -- the map of play. It doesn't seem too difficult....hopefully she doesn't catch me being a moron....I guess I wouldn't care if it was anyone but her....we tend to hang out a lot...I don't think she would let me forget it too fast...

He watched the pebble with studious interest, raising his brow in surprise as the scarred side of it faced skyward. He looked up at her in complete puzzlement. "Like...like what? Tell you to do what? Um....like....." he paused, blinking thoughtfully. "Like....climb a tree?" The question was so Innocent, but a moment later, he erupted into laughter, nodding gleefully. "Sanceul, I dare you to climb a tree!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((I think the song is beautiful =3 Although that song is from a movie, and that part of the movie is pretty sad… ah well. Oh, and I started laughing when Damien made the dare ^^)

Flexing her toes, Sanceul observed Damien’s shifting visage with unguarded interest. But her expression soon melted into amusement. “You… want me… to climb a tree??”[/i] She cast a fake glare in his direction, inwardly finding the situation somewhat humorous. As if I could climb a tree even if I didn’t have short legs!
“…well, your wish is my command,” she added, her regular smirk bleeding through. Retreating toward the nearest tree she could find, she hesitated at the base of the trunk, regarding the upper branches with a certain hesitance.
“Uhh… crud, how am I gonna do this?”
Glancing back at Damien before returning her focus to the tree, she took a few steps back… and made a running leap towards the tree.
Well, she hit her target, alright. She uttered an oof of disorientation, appearing as if she was hugging the tree. But before she could dig her claws into the bark for a better grip, she had slipped and fallen to the ground.
“…ouch,” she muttered. To be honest, Sanceul felt the burn of embarrassment far more than the searing of pain, and she kept her eyes shadowed while recovering from her humiliating blunder.
Returning to the tree, she crouched before spring upward like a kangaroo, latching her claws onto the coarse shell that surrounded the timber. But even her slim form was too heavy to be supported simply by claws lodged in wood, and Sanceul released a yelp of surprise when fragments of bark splintered under the weight and sent her tumbling in her second defeat.
“Urg… alright, that’s it…”
Rather than attempt to muscle her way up to the top of the tree, she padded off a little ways before reaching a different tree: one with a low branch. Crouching once again, Sanceul used the force of her spring to propel her up to the limb. Fortunately for her, her torso (and the remainder of her upper body) hooked around the top of the branch, and after a moment of struggling (albeit rather humorous, with her legs swinging madly as she attempted to heave herself up), Sanceul steadied herself on the branch. Looking down, she began panting quietly before offering a vengeful glance in Damien’s direction.
“…it’s a lot harder than it looks!” she woofed, glancing toward the ground. After a series of jumping from branch to branch, she had gotten rather high up. Finally stopping where the branches above appeared to frail to readily support her weight, she half-shouted, half-mumbled in Damien's direction. “Go ahead and roll the rock while I figure out a way to get down from here...”

[Sivoncé™]

Thud. Thump.
Snickers echoed behind Sanceul as she attempted the feat -- privately, Damien was still surprised by the entire thing. Climb a tree, Sanceul. In any other instance....she'd have my ears clawed. Hell, I thought she was going to claw my ears off...haha, nope! Hoppy Sanceul attempts to be a flying squirrel before she turns down a dare! I like this game -- it IS entertaining. Another surprise -- a fun game without violence. Well, not including the scratches and bruises accumulating on Sanceul's form as it wriggled upward through the tree's chuckling branches.
"...go ahead and roll the rock while I figure out a way to get down from here..."
Damien's chuckling ceased now, but his smile still shone widely. "Yes, your furry woodland highness! Careful, Sanceul -- you might think you have squirrel skills now, but I don't think they're agree with you if you accidentally step on them with your killer paws!" He rolled his eyes, swaying his head back towards the rock, staring down the little crevice in the upwards side for a moment, swallowing a bout of hesitation
.....what if she makes me run through thistles?
"Okay, okay....I'm rolling.......annnnnndddd...."
He flipped up the little stone with the tip of his nose. The pebble flew up suddenly, twirled in suspension, then fell once more, bouncing off of his muddied paws -- the scarred side facing down, luckily for Damien.
He turned, his smile slightly gaurded now.
"Er....it's, um, truth....I guess that means you get to ask me a question, then."
Tartarus, she'll probably think of somethin hellish to ask....hey, at least there aren't any trees involved...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Yeah, yeah… we’re all laughing, Damien. What a comedian you are. Hilarious… absolutely comical…”
Continuing her rant with a string of barely audible mumbles, Sanceul reached toward a lower branch with two shaky forepaws, unable to suppress a nervous tremble that slithered down her spine. Catching wood beneath her pads, she made a small leap, and released a startled, high-pitched squeak when she nearly tumbled over the edge. After managing to steady herself, she inwardly chastised herself for showing fear (especially when Damien had already made a job of mocking her), and continued picking her way down the tree without any more ‘squeals of terror’.
When she was but five or so branches from the bottom—which remained an intimidating height, but not nearly as high as she had been before—she missed her landing. Emitting another yelp, the white fae tumbled down to the earth, her scarlet paws flailing helplessly in her futile battle with gravity. A few leafy branches cushioned her descent, but she still found herself reeling when she finally made contact with the ground.
“…urg… uh…”
Rolling to a stand and offering a brisk shake, she glared at Damien—a more genuine glare than her more playful expression—and muttered, “…truth, huh?”
She sat in front of him, reaching her head back to pluck leaves and twigs from her coat. Ohhh, boy… I need to get you good… only… erm… I can’t think of a question. She continued to cleanse her coat of debris, wracking her brain for a good-and-humiliating question… and found none. Uh… dang. I think the fall knocked the sense out of me… damn you, Damien—I bet he intended for this to happen, somehow…
Musing over conspiracies that her friend couldn’t possibly have concocted, Sanceul withdrew her muzzle to lick a shallow cut on her forepaw before stating the question. “Okay, here’s one: why in hell do you keep saving my ass all the time? I mean… you’re always… there! And… and, wait a minute—don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” She paused, a wicked grin emerging. “Okay, different question! Do you love, err… what’s-her-face? You know… that girl that you used to hang with when I first met you! Secret-something-or-other…”
Wow, real descriptive…eh, whatever. I just fell off a tree that I didn’t want to climb. Only makes sense that things would get a little fuzzy… hey, is it just me, or are there two Damien’s…? She tilted her head a little at Damien, a dazed fog descending over her eyes for a few seconds. …woah… normally I’d have to eat a dozen pawfulls of wolf-nip to see double… weird.

[Sivoncé™]

Sanceul descended the tree all too quickly. Although the comedy of it was just as prevalent as it had been for her climb up through the tree's branches, Damien took little happiness in it now as he glared at the smooth side of the stone. It's going to be bad, just as bad as damned trees and thistles. Ugh, it's Sancuel, of course it will be...
Geeze, Mister Pessimist, with the way you're carrying on, you'll scare the masochistic Hellfirians away with your gloom-and-doom!
Ugh. I hate you too, conscious.
Love you!
Oh dear. This....this conversation is over, I believe.
That's what she said----

“Okay, different question! Do you love, err… what’s-her-face? You know… that girl that you used to hang with when I first met you! Secret-something-or-other…”
Secret Fang! Her name is Secret--
Yes, and HER name is Sanceul. Your name is---
Okay, okay.....I got it, I got it.
Ah, that bruise still tender there, ol' buddy?
No, everything feels fantastical.
That's what she---

"No," he murmured the word rather abruptly, awkwardly. He stood there, mouth open for a moment, feeling an odd array of emotions play across him. Her swallowed and blinked back from the stone to Sanceul, eyes a bit more certain now. "No, I didn't love her. And....we didn't really....er....'hang' as you put it. Just kinda ran into each other a lot, bunked in the same den for a few nights, then moved on until we ran into each other again a few days later, usually," he laughed nervously, "ya know, it's not all that different than what you and I do. Except for she was....you and her are very different wolves....she....she was...interesting, I guess. Maybe I would've, had she stayed for longer than she had. She asked me to join a pack with her then....uh.....she took off and I didn't see her after that. But.....she was......" he froze, suddenly goraning with immense annoyance. "she was a deameaning, haughty, self-obsessed, arrogant female! If she had stayed, if I had fallen in love with her, I would've been more like an appendage than an equal. Would've never added up to her pure mountain heritage. Hell, I was just a detour in the road, and she was just an intro -- like a "HELLO, WORLD! I'm Damien and I actually exist now!" or something...er....I guess." He halted suddenly, realized that he'd been ranting far beyond the limits of that the question entailed. He smiled ruefully at Sanceul. "I feel happier when she's gone. I feel more myelf....I feel...freer.....no, I don't love her." Embarrasment flooded his face, heat radiating from under his fur. He shuffled his paws subconsciously, eyes diverted once more to the stone.
"Uh....your turn."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((I love Damien… he always makes me laugh, whether he intends to or not *imagining his uncomfortable awkwardness* x3))

After finally recovering from her series of plunges, Sanceul managed to train her full attention on Damien. And, after a few seconds since she had voiced her inquiry, Sanceul felt a strong, almost irresistible urge to snicker at Damien’s obvious discomfort. In fact, his various assortment of expressions in response to her question tempted Sanceul to tell him that he didn’t have to answer the question. His awkwardness is all I need, hahaha…
Nevertheless, the ivory femora tilted her head slowly at his words, and she soon found a more interesting answer than she had prepared herself for. However, she was unable to control a soft chuckle at two points in his rant: when Sanceul herself was mentioned, and when Damien began to angrily insult Secret Fang.
Then, as soon as it had begun, Damien concluded his rant. Sanceul blinked slowly, processed his answer… and was unable to resist adding a sarcastic remark (typical of Sanceul, of course). “‘Haughty’? ‘Arrogant’? Wow, you sure know how to charm a girl, don’t you?”
Also characteristic of Sanceul, she then turned her attention to the stone, acting as if she hadn’t said anything. Acting as if nothing at all had happened. She reached forward and swiped at the rock, her eyes trailing after the spinning object as it rolled from her grasp. When it slowed to a halt, however, a blank face greeted her eager visage.
“Aww, shit… truth.” A groan rumbled from deep within her throat. At least with the whole ‘tree’ thing, I could lie whenever I wanted… great, what’s he gonna ask me? After my last question, it’ll probably be something to make me squirm… urg. I don’t like this game anymore.