MY FRIEND TOLD ME ABOUT THE FOXES. METAPHORICALLY. HOW SHE WAS THE BIRD AND THE BOY BETWEEN HER AND THE MAN SHE WANTED WAS THE FOX. IT ATE HER ALIVE, AS IF SHE MEANT NOTHING AT ALL; AS IF SHE WERE INHUMAN. HER STORY REMINDS ME OF MYSELF, FIGHTING OVER MANIPULATIVE HUMANS. A BIRD AGAINST A FOX. THE ONE FOX WITH ENOUGH IMMORTALITY TO KILL ME IN COLD BLOOD. HE NEVER EVEN GOT HIM IN THE END, HE JUST SHATTERED MY HEART ONLY TO HAVE HIS OWN HEART BROKEN TOO. WHAT I AM REALLY TRYING TO SAY IS THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THE FOXES AND BEARS AND THE LIONS OUT THERE, MAKING YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MEAN NOTHING. AS INDIVIDUALS WE ARE EVERYTHING IN OUR OWN RESPECTS. I'M A BIRD AND I FAUGHT WITH NOBODY TO BE HAPPY, I WASN'T GOING TO LET MYSELF FIGHT FOR A MANS ATTENTION. I'M JUST SAYING MEETING HIM HALF WAY WORKED, IT WASN'T ABOUT KILL OR BE KILLED.
