Bitch looked around the empty, flooded streets as Siberian was doing. She didn’t answer.
Is the mention of the streets being empty perhaps supposed to be a metaphor for Rachel’s life in the territory being empty in a different way?
Maybe I’m overthinking, though.
“Maybe you can be happy like this. A dog, collar around your neck, a fenced in territory. You’ll never really understand what they’re all talking about. The best you can hope for is a pat on the head when you’re good, when you do as you should, maybe some companionship whenever you’re a good girl.
Do you want to be a dog, or a wolf?
But maybe that’s what you want.”
To be fair, in Brutus’ Interlude, the dogs seemed quite genuinely pleased with being good boys and good girl.
That probably doesn’t quite apply to Rachel, though.
“As opposed to what?”
“Being wild. Being free. Truly free. It’s exhilarating,” Siberian breathed.
“Drop those human morals and laws. Do what you want with no care for others. Take the step from chaotic neutral to more-chaotic evil.”
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