"You really need to throw that thing out." Mira said as she laid with Talon, noticing the collar of his sitting on the end table.

"Huh?" He said, glancing over to see what she was talking about. It wasn't hard to figure it out among the few things sitting there. She had never liked the thing. But I do. He thought, looking back at her. "Ok, later."

She sighed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Why do you like it so much? It's stupid. And I never wanted you to wear it in the first place."

"Well..." he said, a little unsure of how to answer. Because it reminds me of you and how you saved me... "It's just... you were the first one to care about me. And I like it because of that I guess.."

"Well that's just silly. A collar has nothing to do with me caring. Someone else gave that to you to wear so you could be a pet."

"I know."

She laughed, hugging close to him. "Fine, keep the stupid thing all you want. Maybe I should make you just wear it since you like it so much."

"Oh... I can if you want me to."

"That's not what I meant." She said. "I was teasing you."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Well, I would. You know how weird that would look for you to wear a collar with my name on it now?"

He shook his head. "I don't think it would be."

She laughed, relaxing against him. "You're strange." She mumbled.

He smiled. "At least it makes you laugh."

"Mhm." She murmured, closing her eyes.

He relaxed there with her for a little while, knowing it was her time to sleep. He grabbed the collar off the end table once he was certain she was all the way asleep, tracing his fingers over her name engraved on the tag. He wasn't really sure why he liked it so much. It seemed like there were too many reasons to like it to just decide on one. Mira.

She meant the world to him, really. He didn't really know what he would do without her. I'd still be locked away somewhere or be someone's pet... probably someone mean like they were. He thought as he absently continued to run the tag between his fingers.

She let me see the world and be free. Even in his freedom, though, he felt as though he was hers. He knew he would do anything for her and follow her anywhere. Even if he wasn't a pet to her, it didn't matter. He still felt like he owed her everything. He didn't mind the feeling, though. It felt nice to have something to live for. Without her, he wasn't entirely sure what his life would be. Or if it would be any kind of life at all. This life, though, he never wanted to lose or get rid of. As long as he was hers, he would be free from the uncertainty he had before.

He placed the collar back where it was, curling up with her and burying his face against her. I'd do anything and everything for her.