I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING
It doesn't register, this whole imprint thing and how it might affect anyone. No, he can't understand it, not really. To him, what he feels for Enigma is as close to what he's heard of imprint feeling as he can get. He has never wanted to hurt her, though he knew he's done stupid things, knew that it can cause pain. He wishes it had not been that way, wishes he wasn't wired the way that he was. He has to make it up, will do what he can to do that. Yet he couldn't force himself to speak of it, not yet. The time would come for that, it always did. Cobryn could not keep quiet forever. It wasn't the way he was.

He does. He believes with all that he is that he loves Enigma. He can feel it, it's stuck in his mind. It pulses through him, curls and sways. Maybe there was the wayward thoughts and desires that have come when around Jaidah, but it's all dark and twisted and wrong. All so wrong. There was nothing good there, it was a relationship that would have rotted away at him, and he knows it. He could feel that truth, and he knows it was bad after that talk with Enigma those years ago. It had struck him all so suddenly as the conversation went on. And now... it was all over anyway.

Cobryn cannot say what was real anymore, aside from those feelings. He doesn't know who he is, precisely. Everything had changed, and he wasn't sure where it had settled at. It was upsetting, but what could he do but try to figure it out for himself? He wanted a peaceful pack, wanted a calmer life now. He was getting older, and he couldn't do all the things he had ben able to before. Cobryn was starting to feel age in a way he had not before. It wasn't horrible yet, but it made him think on all the years past and what he'd wanted of life back then. It made him think on all the things that had slipped away.

So much had slipped away. His want to have a real family had always failed, no matter what he did, how he tried to change, tried to do more. He couldn't get a break until it seemed too late, and even then a curveball got thrown in that could disturb all he had left. Was it worth it to reach for one last attempt before he was too old to try again? So far he had thought it wasn't. Death.. could change a perspective. It could change a few. Except for Cobryn's thoughts about imprints and imprinting and whatever came with all that. He did not want those things to touch him, though he knows it's there, out of reach. He can feel the pull, and he resists.

He had a dark side, but there are times where he doesn't know where the line is to that anymore as opposed to the rest of him. Sometimes it's very blurred, fuzzy, distorted. But Enigma's sharp inhale doesn't go unnoticed; ears twitching towards her, eyes holding hers. There's something there that he sees, that tugs at the darker aspects of who he is. Gone are the thoughts of what has happened, gone were the thoughts of anyone else for any reason. Enigma leans closer, and Cobryn murrs softly to her. Her words reach his ears while his forehead is pressed to hers, and he smiles; a delighted action with just a hint of yearning allowed to shine through.

YOU'LL ONLY DIE A DREAM FORGOTTEN
TWELVE | MALE | ENIGMA'S | IMPRINTLESS | GLORALLIAN