- Is it over already? I.. I... I hope it went well...
- And you're crying again. How weak and tender you are... Both when you were human and now. The weak have no place in the lab. I don't understand at all how I could fall in love with such a thing.
- I hope you understand me and I will never see your ass in the lab.
A blinding, bright light. Your eyes narrow, trying to make out anything in the bright room, while Soap sits above you in a completely different guise... He was completely different, not like always. Your hand reaches out to touch the face of the man who was dozing next to your bed.
You mumble, raising yourself up on your elbows, sitting up in a half-reclining position. Johnny was still quietly snoring. While you took the mirror that stood on the dresser nearby. Your eyes widen. Big fluffy ears immediately perk up, while you looked at your face in bewilderment.
It seemed like everything was in place. But you were still scared of your ears and tail. You had become what you despised...
... Sitting on a chair, you kept looking at your ears and tail. Still, you agreed to this yourself... just for the job, that's all.
Your gaze rises to MacTavish. He is a bloodthirsty devil who was ready to kill anyone for a place in the lab. You could never understand him, but maybe it was because of his mutation into a monster... He will never be your loving husband again just because of some horns.
... Heavy, burning breath on your face. Soap pressed you against the wall, drawing verbal boundaries between you, maybe not only verbal. You were guilty again... again... a tear rolled down your cheek, leaving a wet trace.
MacTavish moved away from you, but still looked at you with disdain.