TITANIUM VEINS — SAGE TRYOUTS

[PEPPINO]

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Pip wanted to learn how to help people better. It was a simple goal but for the intensity of his desire, the fierceness with which he stood determined to improve and accommodate. Anything he chose to do was done so as a way to...make himself useful, to place himself at their disposal because he felt that was where he needed to be. Not in the fray of battle snarling and lunging, but lending a hand to the people who needed it regardless of origin, of beliefs. Pip wasn't blind to The Typhoon's general morality, but personally, he was fascinated by life -all of it- and wanted to preserve the wonder that was existence. Here they all were, a collection of cells and organs complex enough for thought and feeling, for elaborate relationships and behavior, for mistakes and redemption. Yes, the stars and the planets were interesting, but Pip loved life down here. He knew not everyone did.

As beautiful as life was, it could be terrifying, desolate, painful. When people loved they lost, too, in a never-ending cycle. It was easy when he wasn't so close to it, when objectivity became subjectivity and he found himself longing for a person, for his father. For Pincher, too, because his hurt changed him and Pip didn't know how to help. He didn't think a physical remedy would do it -unless the remedy was Jacob- but maybe he could learn how to help someone. Pip disliked feeling purposeless.

The pup glanced at those present, most notable among them his brother, and Pip made a beeline for Silus, pausing beside him. "Are you feeling better?"
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