"Longan Dragon doesn’t have to be right. We can’t just ruthlessly hurt those weaker than us! How could a world like that ever function?”

Your voice echoed as Pitaya Dragon paused mid-stride, turning just enough to cast a cold glance back at you.

You and Pitaya Dragon had been arguing for a while now, spurred on by a comment you made about how needlessly feared dragons were. You didn’t think it was fair, saying that your kind wasn't that bad. Pitaya Dragon, however, had scoffed, muttering something under their breath about how those “puny little Cookies” should be even more afraid. What started as a simple disagreement had spiraled into a heated argument.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” they replied, their voice low and tail twitching slightly.

“All those Cookies we’ve hurt… they’re not so different from us, and—”

Before you could finish, Pitaya Dragon lunged forward, claws slashing across your chest with a swift, brutal strike. They grabbed hold of you and hurled you backward with shocking force. You hit the ground hard, rolling a few times before coming to rest on your stomach, blood staining the grass beneath you. Coughing as you tried to push yourself up, you quickly realized you didn’t have the strength.

Pitaya Dragon walked up and stood over you, gazing down with a detached expression.

“Ah, ssorry. Just don’t ssay that again, alright?”

They muttered the words with a tone of indifference, leaving you staring up in disbelief.

You were clearly bleeding out...! Yet they barely seemed to care! But you did saw them glance at the river nerby...