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The hellhound’s tail tapped once, a dull drumbeat. It was listening. It was always listening.

They sat like that for a long, practical minute. The hellhound’s breathing slowed. Berz1337’s hands stopped trembling.

“You said last time you felt like you were splitting,” Dr. Marin prompted softly. “Tell me about that.” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

Berz1337 inhaled. “I’m afraid I won’t recognize myself when I’m not angry.”

The hellhound rested its head on Berz1337’s boot, and for a moment the shape of them softened: a person leaning into something terrible and loyal. “How about we try something different today,” Dr. Marin offered. “A two-part exercise: name him — if you haven’t already — and then ask him one small favor.” The hellhound’s tail tapped once, a dull drumbeat

Dr. Marin nodded. “And does he ever get predictive? Does he warn you before he acts?”

Berz1337 let out a half-laugh that was almost a sob. “Is that allowed?” They sat like that for a long, practical minute

Dr. Marin’s voice stayed steady. “What does being unrecognizable look like? What would you lose?”