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It was about almost a week later, and Pilot eventually had gotten over his sickness. Pilot had caught something really bad, but eventually with persistence and Imperial constantly being at his aid, he slowly but surely got better. Pilot more than once asked Imperial to kill him, but the other refuses. He was almost convinced that Imperial kept him alive to make him suffer more. But now, Pilot was near good health once more, he got ting headaches sometimes and he coughed sometimes as well but that didn't hurt. At least he was out of that disgusting cell. Pilot had forgotten what sleeping on a bed felt like, all week he savored the gentle touch of cushions against his fur, it was amazing. Pilot slept for hours and hours non stop through most of his recovery, but when he was up...he was mostly talking to Imperialstar.
Their interrogations had stopped being...interrogations. They actually sometimes talked about casual things. Such as what type of weather they favored, just anything that came into mind to be honest. They could've talked for hours and hours. Pilot soon found himself opening up to Imperial more and more, talking more and more. Out of all of colouredclan, Pilot had grown most comfortable around Imperial, which was surprising because Imperial was the one who brought him here and tortured him as well. Pilot had stopped asking whether he could leave, it was obvious that nobody was trying to get him back, and he had nothing to live for anyway.
At that moment it was the late evening, Pilot laid in Imperial's room conjuring little papers and making little origami animals. Tiny paper bunnies and cranes lay around him as Pilot soon made a tiny bunny to join the animals on the bed. Pilot gave a small yawn. He...kind of wanted to do something, but what?
//wow sudden muse boost
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