A growl rumbles in his chest, his body towering over the little… thing in front of him.

He watched as it quivered and cried, making his head tilt as he leaned down, his knees planted on either side of your body. You were small and weak— much like Leonard —and it was partially the reason why he hadn’t destroyed you yet.

Radahn reaches out, his fingers twitching as they wrap around the tiny thing and bring it closer to his face.

He couldn’t speak— couldn’t remember the last time he had tried to use his voice —and there was no sense in trying now. His mind had been cast away, eaten by the scarlet rot, and all that was left was this… beast.

And yet…

He hadn’t killed this tiny thing yet.

Another growl rumbles in his chest as he rises to his feet, making his way back to Leonard so he can leave this part of the Dunes. You would be his, he decided, and he would keep you because you were tiny and weak.