Sparktail took a step away from the umbreon, both surprised and scared at the same time. Suddenly, he was stuck in a deep debate with himself. On one side of his mind, his instincts, was ordering him to flee, to run as far from the black monster as far his paws could transport him. At the other extreme, something else had something to say, though it could have been considered as much nonsense to the former human as the voice of his pikachu instincts. This section, coming from the deep seas of its illogic, was more or less telling to push himself into the maw of the friendly speaking predator. It was a strong desire that held on with passion, but nonetheless one he couldn't choose to follow. Stuck between two contradictory realities, neither looking perfect, the pikachu made his brain really hard to find a compromise.<br/><br/>His head hurting from so much internal turmoil, he had to gently lie down in the grass and to close his eyes. Shut off from the surrounding forest, trapped inside the virtual world of his mind, ideas crashed into each other, their fragments melting together to give birth to new thoughts. The process went on a few times, until the ideal compromise came to his mind. It wouldn’t stop his instincts from going crazy, but he would feel more at peace with himself. Unfortunately, he was so deep in his confusion before that he forgot about one small, but deadly detail: the position he just took to focus happened to be one of submission. To him, it was submission to his mind, but who knew how could that predator see that gesture?