Chase was a little disappointed with how difficult it seemed to be to help his playmate. From her purring, he figured she liked her head being petted, so he continued, running his fingers (which were somehow very clean) through her hair. He struggled hard to think of some way he might be able to help.<br/><br/>"Maybe I could distract them," he whispered, tilting his head down at her, his fair hair sliding forward. "They like to see people in pain, right? I could stay close to you, where they could see me, and hurt people. They might even leave you alone someday if it works. I wouldn't mind hurting people for a nice person like you."