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He needn’t worry. Not anymore. 

He was out of there. Out of the cage, out of that place, out of the bunker. He changed into something clean as he drank and ate and focused on being alive. He didn’t need the food nor the beverages, but he wanted them. He wanted them just as much as he wanted his freedom. 

He went down into the deep seas, and high up the mountains. He smiled, cherishing the feel of warm sunlight against his skin, and he cried, as he felt raindrops cleansing his grace. He flew, he ran, he walked. But now he rested. He laid on the ground next to a tree, underneath its shadow, and over the grass. He could hear the ants walking around him, focused on their tasks, unaware of how free they were. 

It reminded him of humans. It was hard not to think about them. He loved them but he loved his family too. It wasn’t fair that they always wanted to make him choose. Because he knew exactly which side he would take. 

He always knew.