Released? How could... Taura wasn't even sure how to finish that thought, except in a bewildered heap of hurt and curiosity and disbelief. She pinned a note on the board, a few first tries going in the trash before her hands would stop shaking with suppressed rage or sadness; which it was she refused to acknowledge lest it overwhelm her.
A little squeak caught her attention -- the same kitten that Leela had been playing with was now demanding attention from Mr. Scar. She swallowed hard. She couldn't make the apology she wanted to, but she could at least...get a start on it. She cleared her throat, a low rumble.
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Released? How could... Taura wasn't even sure how to finish that thought, except in a bewildered heap of hurt and curiosity and disbelief. She pinned a note on the board, a few first tries going in the trash before her hands would stop shaking with suppressed rage or sadness; which it was she refused to acknowledge lest it overwhelm her.
A little squeak caught her attention -- the same kitten that Leela had been playing with was now demanding attention from Mr. Scar. She swallowed hard. She couldn't make the apology she wanted to, but she could at least...get a start on it. She cleared her throat, a low rumble.
"Mr. Scar? Can I," bother you, "talk to you?"