we realized pretty quickly that there was no reversing it. sure, you can bully her into talking, socializing, and generally behaving like a human being, but she still does that with a dead-eyed stare. sheâs clearly miserable too: a week ago someone asked her what she wants for dinner and she looked like she was going to cry. (she didnât. I think she was conditioned to hide her emotions, which is one of the more fucked up things they did to her, if you ask me).
a couple weeks in I decided that enough is enough. if this was allowed to continue, some idiot might decide to put her out of her misery. I beat up the first fucker who suggested that, but ever since I was constantly afraid I wouldnât catch the next dumbass who gets the bright idea. donât they all see sheâs still alive, even if she changed forever?
so I went and bought her a dog collar and a bowl. at first she didnât understand what was going on, but when I forced her on a leash and told her to shut up and listen, her face changed. you had to be there to see it. her eyes lit up, she looked up at me and practically drooled. I told her sheâs now my tool to maul the imperial mechs. I told her sheâs going to sleep at my feet, eat on the ground and follow my every order. she looked at me like I hung the stars in the sky.
it took them all some time to adjust, of course. I was accused of being just as bad as the Empire a couple times, and some rebels are still clearly uncomfortable with the idea. my reputation ensures theyâre at least quiet about that, though, and thatâll have to do.
sheâs now sitting near my feet at our campfire, her head resting on my lap while I pet her hair. she was a menace in the last battle, so I attached a little medal to her collar, so everyone knows sheâs been a very good hound. she was on the moon when I told her that. some more open-minded comrades are feeding her treats, which she picks up with her mouth. life is good.
I loved her when she was my friend, and so I love her as my dog.
