[ He looked at Totsuka, eyes wide. He never...ever thought of it that way. He was told that his thoughts were supposed to be his Owner's. If his Owner wanted him to kill, then he wanted to kill. Anything he wanted him to do, Eric was suppose to want to do it. He always thought those were his thoughts, and anything else meant he wasn't a good dog.
Never late /o/
He just wanted to live... ]
Yeah...I just...wish I never did any of it...