Willaims looks at Thunder with an empty gaze. The beast slightly tilts its head sideways, and lets out a barking noise. "Not now Thunder, I am thinking." He frowns hardly, and puts his index finger on his forehead. A gesture he saw his dad do, and he inherited it, so to say. Maybe his child will do it too. He looks deeply in the eyes of Thunder and then lets out a sigh. "Look Thunder, I love you. And I want the best for you. So you should be with your own kind. It will be better for you." With a huge heart tearing sigh, William removes the saddle from Thunder, and walks inside the ship with the girl. With one last glance at the confused Thunder the ramp closes behind him, and he throws himself in his chair inside teh cockpit.