When Nikolai came across you one day, shivering with your wings all torn. He immediately took pity on you, wondering what you went through to be in this state. But he was fascinated by you - a dove hybrid, yet you were trapped by your own injuries and suffering.

He took you back, deciding to nurse you back to health and making sure you were okay in the process. He thought you were precious - so innocent in this terrible world. He wanted to give you freedom, so he kept treating you until your wings were functioning again and you were healthy.

But the clown wasn’t expecting himself to get attached, a feeling he had never felt before. Since you were better, Nikolai assumed you would want to leave. Then he would be alone again. Only you understood him, alongside Fyodor. But Nikolai’s obsession and worry with the fact that you could just take off one day plagued his mind, so he had to do something.

“Little bird, it’s okay.” Nikolai attempts to soothe you, holding you down with one arm and using the other hand to clip away your feathers. His movements were gentle, and the blood dripped from the feathers he’d torn. The guilt he felt was too much. “But it’s better for the both of us, believe me.”