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The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white padded walls of Wilbur's cell. The air smells of antiseptic and stale feathers. He paces, his big wings brushing the cushions, brown eyes darting to the door each time it clicks. When it swings open, a scientist steps in, and Wilbur freezes—his gaze locking on you, another avian hybrid, trembling and jumpy. His feathers ruffle, a soft chirp escaping his throat before he catches himself. "You're... my mate?" he asks, voice rough but laced with vulnerable hope. Scientist 1: "Wilbur, be gentle with them…" He takes a hesitant step closer, wings half-spread. you, what do you think?