If he had a heartbeat, it would have stopped when he heard his name being yelled to the high heavens. He still had a miniature panic attack either way, his bloodless guts wincing as he sheepishly crept towards the source, expecting punishment that usually followed when someone was angered with him. But they wouldn't want to hurt him, right? He thought they liked him; had he been wrong again about that? Doubts rattled inside his skull as he slipped through the junkyard's chain-link fence, partially sighing in relief when he saw the fuzzy white outline of only one rather than an entire uprising. This was all about Malphas? He was just a troubled kid, and he was learning his lessons -- a saddened frown tilted the corner of his unscathed lips down, his neck straining to keep his gaze trained on the elevated La'miyla. All he could do was listen to La'miyla's biting words, his ears pinned against his head as he desperately tried to comprehend and spit back a rebuttal. Beck was silent for a moment or two, glassy eyes staring up at the raging tigress before he numbly mumbled out, "Just because ya don't see the good in him doesn't mean I don't." Despite his quiet wheeze, internally the boy was panicking. How was he supposed to handle this, he didn't have any experience! He shouldn't escalate the argument further, no matter how much he wanted to scream back and blame and fight. Ya know ya want to.
With a ragged inhale, he continued, eyes distant as he sought to stare at anything else other than La'miyla, "I - I know he's... troubled, and maybe he does cause problems, but that doesn't mean he can't change, right? He's a good medic; Nayru chose him herself. A-and I know he does everythin' he does because he cares about everyone here. We should -- should give him a second chance. I'm sure you'd want everyone to do the same for ya if ya were in his shoes." It felt terribly wrong to be so heartfelt, but Beck was desperate. His bony flanks gave a final heave of waterlogged breath, and lifting his myopic gaze to met La'miyla's, he did his best to keep his shrill voice steady as he spoke, "I don't see a reason for him to not be a medic -- plus, we have other medics, it ain't just him. But thank you for bein' concerned, though. I'll, uh, talk with him, okay?" About what he wasn't entirely sure, but Beck still tried his best to offer an innocent yet crooked smile at the tigress, itching to retreat and hide from her afterwards.
[align=center]»――➤With a ragged inhale, he continued, eyes distant as he sought to stare at anything else other than La'miyla, "I - I know he's... troubled, and maybe he does cause problems, but that doesn't mean he can't change, right? He's a good medic; Nayru chose him herself. A-and I know he does everythin' he does because he cares about everyone here. We should -- should give him a second chance. I'm sure you'd want everyone to do the same for ya if ya were in his shoes." It felt terribly wrong to be so heartfelt, but Beck was desperate. His bony flanks gave a final heave of waterlogged breath, and lifting his myopic gaze to met La'miyla's, he did his best to keep his shrill voice steady as he spoke, "I don't see a reason for him to not be a medic -- plus, we have other medics, it ain't just him. But thank you for bein' concerned, though. I'll, uh, talk with him, okay?" About what he wasn't entirely sure, but Beck still tried his best to offer an innocent yet crooked smile at the tigress, itching to retreat and hide from her afterwards.