BYOS

Erystotle didn’t shift his submissive demeanor, his mismatched ears pulled as tightly to his head as his tail was to his belly. Erys never wished the effect of his curse on anyone, especially those that showed him kindness. Lydia hadn’t deserved to die and Pyrrhic didn’t deserve his father dying. Still, he seemed more receptive to the off the wall suggestion than he expected. The words were repeated slowly back to him and Erys debated about starting to dig again in hopes that Pyrrhic just forgot about him.

”I..” Erys was uncertain, still taken off guard at his opinion even being considered. What was the point of even sparing his life? Erys was better off dead, all of the damage he could cause. ”I wouldn’t want the curse unleashed on the world. It would be safer if it was negated instead of risking a worse curse if I was killed or kept.” He muttered softly. This wasn’t a kindness to him, it was prevention of worse consequences.