"I don't usually say this, because people usually know when they're not good guys."
He doesn't spend everything he has, because he's afraid of being caught with nothing to spend. He wants to find the best possible scenario to roar - he won't find it, because it only exists in his imagination. So he'll never roar as loud as he could, because he's always dreaming of the next best time and place to roar.
Something about the atmosphere tells her that this won't end prettily.
Take one step, and it'll already be different.
Mary decided to dream about something real today—instead of knights and princesses and tales of heroic might, she'll have the stars, the moon, and the black sky reflected in her eyes tonight. No thoughts. No distractions. It's just her, her spear, and her piles of animal pelts. 'It's pretty.' The night sky shifts in its …
She doesn't know if she loves him. He's been perfect for the last five minutes, but what about the next five? And what about the five after that? And the five after that, and the five after that, and... "You'll never know if you never try." He smiles, and his smile is as cute as …
"My god, how terrifying!" "And imagine, again, that those humans were waiting for you."
I think I know why. And I think you know why.