'You lose everything,
By the end,

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Still my broken limbs,
You find time to mend.'



"You seem to think you're above them, but a thief is still a thief. It's not that I don't admire your skills, they're rather awe-inspiring, But the fact that you're a simple parasite still remains. You take what isn't yours, you don't work for your food - yes, what you do does require some work but your ways of getting food on the table are far from honourable. You do not hunt your food like the dogs who still remembers the faces of their ancestors who lived, and still lives, in the wild, where the ability to hunt is the only key to survival. I guess that petty theft is something to resort to when there is no other option available to take, and the adrenaline rush one feels from running away from the humans or those rabid guard dogs does feel rather amazing, but there's so much you miss. The tracking down of prey, the stalking, the observing; the chase, the attack and at last the final bite and the unsettling but wonderful sound of bones shattering between your teeth,"

Bandit's ears flicked, his green eye looked directly at Mort, like something the dog had said had caught his attention. Like a prey animal that suddenly realized they were being stalked, which happened to be part of what Mort was talking about. Bandit blinked, taking insult to the words was natural. Showing such on your demeanor was something Bandit couldn't allow himself to do, but that didn't mean he desperately wanted to prove Mort wrong. In fact, there was something even more disturbing to Bandit about Mort, and that was he knew things. He explained them in detail, this wasn't a normal guard dog. This couldn't be a normal guard dog, they hardly knew anything. This wasn't a guard dog at all-but then, what was he? Bandit certainly didn't want to find out. He was on guard, this dog was much worse than he first realized. 'I was wrong? But then what sort of dog is he? Not a thief, at least. He's not a regular street dog, he knows..he knows too much.' Bandit's eye narrowed. It wasn't his duty to figure out what Mort was, not anymore. The only thing on Bandit's mind now, was escaping before he figured it out. The get away. Oh, how wrong Mort was. There was always a hunt, a stalk, a chase in thieving. Sometimes, Bandit pulled these off effortlessly, but tonight he had made an error.

"You are wrong," Bandit corrected. "You are not a thief, you have not experienced the hunting patterns of them the way I have. I can hunt, but why should I dishonor myself by catching some dumb animal out in the wild, who simply runs? Humans are smarter than that, they could poison you and you wouldn't know until you swallowed it. Humans don't run, they either forget or fight back. I've spent my life observing them, sir. I could tell you exactly that I chose my prey the way any hunter would. I pick the human out of the crowd. How old is he or she? What is he or she holding that is of my interest? How distracted are they? Are they armed? Finally, I plan my route. I must make a maze between the humans on the street," Bandit then stood up, and began to walk toward Mort; leaving the package of meat on the ground, although the sausages were laced around his neck. "Humans don't remember dogs well, but it is when the dog stands out that they are found. I move quickly, and make only one move. What is that move? A bite," Bandit seemed to approach Mort, making his way toward the exit. He spoke seemingly without noticing he was walking, and never let his eyes fall away from Mort. maybe, only one to the hand which holds what I want. Sometimes I trip them, others I all out attack them. But I only have a second to make one bite, one kick, one trip. And then, the chase is not yet over! Sir, you may think that once you break the neck of a rabbit in the wild, that everything is said and done. However, you have never had to defend that rabbit. Just because I have the item I stole in my jaws, doesn't mean the hunt is over. Humans are quick to show their stupidity. And then, I must weave my way back. Move quickly, don't look back, and don't let go until I am away. You see, Mort, thieving is far from dishonorable, it is simply hunting when all the prey fights back." Bandit smirked, his lecture done. He paused, a few feet away from Mort. He had forgotten about the female, she still had yet to prove to Bandit what she was. He still had to be wary of her as if she was a guard dog.

"It is only you who have the rights to your prey. No one else has the right to lay a paw on your food, for it is you who have killed it with your own fangs. What you so desperately seem to protect isn't truly yours. I could take the meat from you any second I wanted, and you could scream and protest and bite as much as you wanted to in order to get it back, but your words would just appear as empty sounds to my ear. For why should I give the meat back to someone who isn't the rightful owner? True, I would be the same as you if I chose to take the food. So of course I wouldn't do that."

"If yae want to hang aroun' that sort of annoyin' thief type then ye feel free. Ah'm going on with my walk, though, an' yer -"


"Perhaps," Bandit stated, "but in the wild, another dog could easily steal it off of you, or fight you for it. Thieves eat their food quickly, so that there is no need to worry about fighting other dogs. You wouldn't dare steal from me, and I know this. If you were going to do so, you would have stolen my food already. I am no idiot, sir." When the thunder and lightning flashed, causing Akemi to dart away, Bandit no longer cared nor truly heard what Mort had to say. He didn't care, because he saw his exit. His get away, and it was the only chance he had. He may have been wrong about both of the guard dogs, but he still had no reason to trust either of them. As soon as Akemi darted from the doorway, then, Bandit darted out of, directly past Mort and down the sidewalk. It was still raining, and already Bandit knew that what he was doing was purely out of fear. He should never run when the pavement is wet. Still, he had to get home and in this darkness Bandit only had to maze his way through the shadows. By doing so, he would throw everyone off track.

Bandit's freedom didn't last long however, as he had already guessed. Running as fast as he had, he had little traction on the pavement. His paws slipped and not more than a few blocks from the shop he had stolen from, Bandit tripped and slid onto the ground. It hurt, but none of his bones were broken. 'Dammit-why..why am I acting this way? It isn't like me to be afraid.' And this was true, something had unsettled Bandit, but what? Panting and trying regather his wits Bandit sat up. His ears flicking around as he tried to make sure he wasn't being followed even though the rain made it hard to hear much of anything.