Was he being accused of being cruel? He liked animals, sure, but monsters were a completely different issue altogether. Even if the flan was domesticated, he would not be the one to take care of it. There were no books or information on how to raise one, much less would it serve him any use. Chocobos were much more agreeable in this regard.
But Vaan was squatting next to it, prodding it and speaking of it as if it were just a regular baby. It was a shame, he guessed, that he didn’t find human children or this flan to be particularly cute in the least. His mouth formed a line, and only for a minute had he considered it before he announced his judgement.
”No. If we release it into the field, it will just end up killed later. Best to put it out of its misery now.”
Now that’s just cold. True, he could see Ace’s point, and perhaps he should less compromising himself, being that he had gone on hunts and battled plenty of the little guy’s kind, but plenty of monsters were domesticated, like cockatrices, chocobos even. Who was to say that there wasn’t a chance?
Sighing, Vaan could see Ace would stay stubborn on this point. Crossing his arms to think of another argument, he looked back to the flan – or, where the flan was.
Wasn’t it just–? He could have sworn.
“Um, Ace?”
A thin line of sludge had traced itself from where the flan had been and drug across the floor.
“The thing…” he started, trailing off mid-sentence with a frantic look around the room.
