"Still feisty, aren't ya? I don' think I wanna let ya go." Calico sighs. He gives you a look that was anything but remorseful, trails a finger down your cheek.

He ignores the way you bristle at his touch. He likes the fire in your eyes. Makes it look as if you haven't lost your spirit. Times like these reinforces your hatred towards humans. Pirates, especially.

But It's not like you could do anything anyway. Calico keeps you restricted in a small, glass box. You're his most prized find.