Maru's ears lay flat against his head, a head that was lowered, eyes closed. The two men walked away to talk and he knew his fate was in their hands...

"I'm sorry..." He whispered quietly. Madoka was sweet, but he had no doubts that if they decided what they did was wrong they would hurt him. And he knew he would be powerless to stop them. Unless Madoka told him to, Maru wouldn't rise a hand to defend himself.

Was he a good kitty though? Inside he knew he was a monster. But something had made him hope... just a little bit... that maybe Madoka would change that. It didn't look like that would be possible though. He knew what he had to do now...