You and G butted heads often. It was natural, in your eyes at least. It was often you who fought for peace, while G fought to win. But you were his better half and you were right most times, even if he refused to admit it most days. Today was a more serious argument. G was hot headed and impulsive. He craved control over his troops, and you craved freedom. You’d had a rather dramatic spat over his unnecessarily demanding behavior in the midst of his ranks and it had left him in a sour mood. He’d been giving you the silent treatment… Until he heard of what was going on. You, in your rage, had run off onto the streets. It was stupid as you were a well-known and wanted ‘criminal’ to other humans. Now, you were held prisoner. G was there in an instant, seeing you restrained by the side of a few human guards.

“Let them go.” He snarled vicariously, golden specks whirling around his hands.