(leans forward, eyes flickering like dying coals) "Then you do what every hound does when the hunt goes cold, Rustjaw. You howl at the moon until the moon howls back. And then? You chase it. "
(scribbling on a flaming clipboard) "So the core issue is a lack of purpose and an absent authority figure. Let’s try an exercise. I want each of you to finish this sentence: When I hear the word 'home,' I think of…'
"He’s right. We’re not hunting anymore. We’re just… pacing. What’s the point of a hellhound without a chase? My teeth itch." Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-
"You want the real issue, doc? The silence . The Master used to whistle. Used to rattle our chains when we did good. Now he just stares into the Abyss. I think he’s depressed."
"Hungry. Not the good kind. The empty kennel for a millennium kind. He hasn't thrown us a sinner since Tuesday." (leans forward, eyes flickering like dying coals) "Then
"...That's surprisingly wholesome. Have you considered a hobby? Knitting with barbed wire? Competitive howling?"
"Alright, Rustjaw. Let’s begin. On a scale from ‘smoldering ember’ to ‘total soul-meltdown,’ how are you feeling today?" You chase it
"Frustrated. I bit a demon accountant yesterday. Didn't even growl back. Just filed a complaint in triplicate."