[Thrall sees right through Hiro. He thinks for a moment, trying to decide if he really wants to push the issue.]
That's all right, [he says finally.] This is not your om'riggor after all.
[He looks down at the bandersnatch, cradling its head in his big hands, and then twists its neck with a SNAP. The creature falls limp, and yet Thrall only treats it with respect, gently running his thumbs across its furry cheeks.]
Spirits, we thank you for the hunt. Beast, we thank you for your life. I will see that none of what you have given us will be wasted.
[He shifts and lets the bandersnatch's body slip to the forest floor.]
Are you hurt, Hiro? [Thrall is scratched up and bleeding, but it's nothing he can't heal on his own.]
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That's all right, [he says finally.] This is not your om'riggor after all.
[He looks down at the bandersnatch, cradling its head in his big hands, and then twists its neck with a SNAP. The creature falls limp, and yet Thrall only treats it with respect, gently running his thumbs across its furry cheeks.]
Spirits, we thank you for the hunt. Beast, we thank you for your life. I will see that none of what you have given us will be wasted.
[He shifts and lets the bandersnatch's body slip to the forest floor.]
Are you hurt, Hiro? [Thrall is scratched up and bleeding, but it's nothing he can't heal on his own.]