Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

"...what with how he shunned you." Her words weighed heavily, but to Abaddon, the fact didn't sting as much as she perhaps thought it would. Abandoned by the giant after conception, he was merely a donor than a father. Expecting him to change was ridiculous, a child's dream, and even as a child, he didn't dream of such a thing. Offering the dark woman a high shrug, the comment rolled off his back like a duck with water. He was impervious.

Which one? The female or the male? He had only met the two of them after all, they were possibly the only ones who ever would dare such a thing after all. I'll assume the female, she was in control of herself. Trained by Vengeance himself too, no? She was trained by many in the pack as well. He pointed out. Maybe Vengeance was the source of his own undoing, putting too much work into the young and teaching them possibly a little too well. 

Well, that was something he would take note of. Maybe not train the youth well enough so they may take him down eventually... learn from the giant's past mistakes.