[Little Cato thinks hard about this and even though he was innocent, there's still some truth to the idea he needs to work on things, too. Even if it's just for himself.]
[Fox had made him realize that. Gentle Fox, who was capable of being deadly but never really wanted to fight. Fox, who taught him you didn't have to kill to be a warrior.]
[He thinks hard about what his father's mistakes had made him. He's the one that chose to keep his son close to a dictator, after all. He's the one that's been foolish enough to think said dictator would never do something that'd hurt his son. That belief had been dashed in the killing field, amidst the sobs of the children of all of Lord Commander's generals. It'd been ground into powder as Lord Commander's men dragged him away from his father, and he'd been stuffed in a cell for years.]
[He'd told Gary he wanted to slit Lord Commander's throat and dance in his blood after his father died. As time went on, he'd never stopped feeling that way. Even after the long years in the time shard. Even after getting Avocato back.]
[He's good at hate, even if some people never get to see that side of him, because they're kind to him. He's good at killing. He's his father's son that way. But after spending time with Fox, he's starting to realize that's not entirely a good thing.]
The hard part for me is I don't have to change to fix things with everyone. Or fix things with him. He's the one that screwed up. And I don't know if I can ever forgive some of it.
[He holds a paw to his chest.]
I think maybe I need to change some things because of him. [Because of what his father had raised him to be.]
The only reason I don't do bad stuff is that the people I always do it against are bad. I still can do the stuff.
[And he almost became a bounty hunter once, without much thought, which isn't actually not a morally bankrupt profession.]
And a friend of mine made me realize I don't really think about it much and that could be a...bad...thing? [He's never been able to really articulate this before.] I just don't know what to do about it.
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[Fox had made him realize that. Gentle Fox, who was capable of being deadly but never really wanted to fight. Fox, who taught him you didn't have to kill to be a warrior.]
[He thinks hard about what his father's mistakes had made him. He's the one that chose to keep his son close to a dictator, after all. He's the one that's been foolish enough to think said dictator would never do something that'd hurt his son. That belief had been dashed in the killing field, amidst the sobs of the children of all of Lord Commander's generals. It'd been ground into powder as Lord Commander's men dragged him away from his father, and he'd been stuffed in a cell for years.]
[He'd told Gary he wanted to slit Lord Commander's throat and dance in his blood after his father died. As time went on, he'd never stopped feeling that way. Even after the long years in the time shard. Even after getting Avocato back.]
[He's good at hate, even if some people never get to see that side of him, because they're kind to him. He's good at killing. He's his father's son that way. But after spending time with Fox, he's starting to realize that's not entirely a good thing.]
The hard part for me is I don't have to change to fix things with everyone. Or fix things with him. He's the one that screwed up. And I don't know if I can ever forgive some of it.
[He holds a paw to his chest.]
I think maybe I need to change some things because of him. [Because of what his father had raised him to be.]
The only reason I don't do bad stuff is that the people I always do it against are bad. I still can do the stuff.
[And he almost became a bounty hunter once, without much thought, which isn't actually not a morally bankrupt profession.]
And a friend of mine made me realize I don't really think about it much and that could be a...bad...thing? [He's never been able to really articulate this before.] I just don't know what to do about it.