Nobody spoke until they got back to their quarters. Snaps said, in the saddest voice, imaginable, “I’m a very bad boy.” There was nothing sadder than a sad dog. Beryl burst into tears. She had been holding them in for hours, and there was just no restraining herself any longer. Zylar set her down in alarm, and she crumpled to the floor just inside the door. Lowering her head, she wrapped her arms around her knees and sobbed. They wouldn’t even let me talk. And even if they had, they wouldn’t understand. Back home, there was an entire mythos supporting the absolute loyalty of dogs, good boys
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