[Dust. Dust. They're not supposed to turn to dust, they're not supposed to turn to dust.
You wish you weren't shaking worse than before as you push yourself to your feet. You wish you didn't shake the way you do, but it's not out of fear. You can do this, it's not the same. Before you even put too much thought into it, you run towards where the roar came from and bury your face in the mane of the monster that just saved you. The liger was only trying to help, and that thought fills you with Determination.]
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You wish you weren't shaking worse than before as you push yourself to your feet. You wish you didn't shake the way you do, but it's not out of fear. You can do this, it's not the same. Before you even put too much thought into it, you run towards where the roar came from and bury your face in the mane of the monster that just saved you. The liger was only trying to help, and that thought fills you with Determination.]