"I will see."
’Don’t believe her like that, she just wants to use you.’ The voice in his head advices him, but the way in which he does only makes him feel like his friend is making fun of him. Just like she had done.
Brynmor cannot help but to huff, his head lifted a little in the air as his ears turn backwards. ”It’s not like I don’t know that” he snaps back at the voice, stamping his hoof on the ground as to emphasize his words. It almost make him feels like it is two against one now and the graying male hates how it suddenly like they get along pretty well. Yet she tells him they aren’t much different, as they are both laughed upon. He frowns and he lashes his tail through the air, but stays silent as he waits for her to continue.
Even though her words sound alluring, he is still hesitant and doesn’t like it at all. After all, he would only switch masters and honestly, he really didn’t know if it would be better to live as Gryffen’s or Shaytan’s pet. And if he would switch to the latter he would undoubtedly meet Gryffen’s wrath sooner or later. ”How’d you picture that? He’s sending me away.” It wasn’t heard to hear the disgust and anger in his voice, as he spit out the words.
No, Brynmor didn’t like it one bit that he was handled like a puppet, a puppet with strings that were being played by his puppeteer. ”What would I gain from it?” Oh, if they were doing this, he would want to get better too, he wanted to gain something, to say as compensation to the danger he put himself in by agreeing to switch to Shaytan’s side. He could hear how his friend agreed, and it wasn’t hard to picture him clapping his hands in delight. ’Finally Brynnie, you're starting to get smart.’
"Through your secret."