<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Balthus let out a slight grunt when the voice was finished speaking. The Orc could tell the voice was right. Something in the Orc had changed. More importantly, despite the change, the Orcs mind was still incomparably weak. No matter how strong the Orc was, no matter how skilled he was at breaking Goddess, if one was able to overwhelm his mind than the Orc would be left with his sleeves and unable to rise. But.. after thinking about it, the Orc dismissed it. There was obvious concern but, if the voice really cared it would have done something to help the Orc through that difficulty. The voice didn't.<br/><br/>The Orcs mind was still week. It was still at risk of being harmed at any point. So, if there was nothing that was going to strengthen the Orcs mind it was a concern the Orc still wouldn't bother to worry about. The Orc was smart enough, now, to realize there was no point in fretting about what it couldn't change. The Orc would much rather focus, and enjoy, the sleeves that were <em>coming</em> and being captured by the Orc.<br/><br/>The Orc was also didn't know where it wanted to go. Surely venturing forward to take more sleeves would be the <em>best</em> option but there was hardly any excitement in that for the Orc, just yet. The Orc had the sense that something had changed in him however.. so rather than take another risk that the voice might disapprove of.. The Orc thought it best to return to the plane it had already indulged in. To the Goddess' Ana whose curvaceous body still lingered in the Orcs mind as the perfect breeding sleeve.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                    </span><br/><br/>Balthus returns to the Burrow.</span>