He turned his head as he listened, attentive but without watching her, leaning up against the divider and tap-tap-tapping the edge of the handcuffs against the glass.
"You humans have an interesting theory," He said finally, evenly, "About survival instincts. That given a predator - given a risk- you will naturally choose one of two options. Fight, or Flight."
His eyes finally met hers, his face stony.
"When only one of the two options exist, only one of the two options can be taken."
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"You humans have an interesting theory," He said finally, evenly, "About survival instincts. That given a predator - given a risk- you will naturally choose one of two options. Fight, or Flight."
His eyes finally met hers, his face stony.
"When only one of the two options exist, only one of the two options can be taken."
"And I don't have wings."