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I opened the ball. The burst of light started to take shape, and part of my brain still expected to see the waist-height, red fire lizard standing in front of me, not the huge orange dragon that he’d become. But no, there he was, wings folded at his sides, arms resting limply on his belly, long neck hanging low with his eyes on the ground.
He’d obviously been cleaned up since it had happened. The only image of his new form in my memory was one with blood splattered across his face and claws. It suddenly struck me that someone was dead because of him, and I immediately wanted to put him back in the ball and forget everything. But no. I had to deal with this. And so, swallowing every doubt and hesitation and lingering suspicion that I could have done something to prevent his breakdown, I opened my mouth to speak.
“Do you want to talk?”
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