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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px] Pilot knew about their little game they played as well. Pilot was extremely fearful of Imperialstar. The leader knew how to get answers out of his enemy. He played with their minds and buried them in their own fear until they confessed. Just by taking Pilot's eye, he had knocked down all of Pilot's defenses. Pilot knew he could never win the game, but he had no choice but to keep on playing. Just be good, don't get angry or snap, just answer all his questions truthfully. Pilot knew that the kind actions were not really kind and for his well being, it was all for Imperial's gain. At least by going along with it, he was being fed and kept alive.
Pilot wished he was back home. He wanted to be with Impala and Bucky again, and the flowers that grew there. Pilot had moved around everywhere, and at Sunclan he felt at home. Perhaps he had found his true home. But like everything else it was torn from him. Pilot slunk slightly father in the corner as Imperial entered the cell. His testy blue eye watched him calmly, but as always he was being cautious. The food was put at his feet and the blanket wrapped around him. When imperial went to set up the candles, Pilot went to start to hungrily nibble on his food. It didn't matter if it was grass, or mice, or human food, he was going to eat when he was given. [b]"T...Thank you for the food." he whispered before continuing to munch. His one good eye glancing up at Imperial. [/fancypost]
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