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Berz1337’s fingers worked a rhythm against their knee. “He’s part of me. Not metaphorically — I can feel him. When I’m about to snap, he sits up, ears pricked, and the world tilts.” They glanced at the hellhound. “He eats the shame so I don’t have to. He keeps people away. He… protects me by destroying things.”

Berz1337 let out a half-laugh that was almost a sob. “Is that allowed?” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

Dr. Marin nodded. “And does he ever get predictive? Does he warn you before he acts?” Berz1337’s fingers worked a rhythm against their knee

The hellhound’s muscles tensed as if at a command. Slowly, with the grudging patience of a creature placated by respect, it rose and moved to the far corner of the room. It curled, folded its tail, and lowered its head. For the first time since they’d arrived, Berz1337 saw the space between threat and safety. When I’m about to snap, he sits up,

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

“Okay,” Dr. Marin said. “Ask Kharon to sit back for five minutes while you tell me one thing you’re afraid of.”

Dr. Marin leaned forward. “Soft doesn’t mean gone. It means different tools. If Kharon steps back sometimes, you can try new tools. You can try being recognized by someone who isn’t trying to cut you open.”