I’d say something, but I don’t have the right words to shame you so just pretend I’m pointing at you and stammering, k? K.
The first time she sees them, Rey gasps. They’re broken, horribly mangled things at his back, more bone and scabbed flesh than feathers, but she supposes they were beautiful once. Perhaps they were gray once, and soft like the down of a small animal instead of the singed black they are now.
She wants to reach out, to stroke the small clusters of feathers he still has into submission. She attempts as much, and her fingertips brush against his flight feathers before he pulls back, the shock in his eyes mirroring her own.
She has a thousand questions. Why hadn’t she seem them before? Where was he hiding them? What is he?
However, what comes out of her mouth is: “Who did this to you?”
The door slams and he’s gone seconds after the words leave her mouth.
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