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Fox rolled her eyes at Whip's response and let Peregrine get his word in, first. "We're all going through the same shit, Whip. This is not the way to deal with it. If you want to fuck your shit up, that's fine, but not if it means putting us out of a hunter while you heal. You know this means we have to get somebody to fix up your mess now, right? You're making it difficult for everybody around you. Is that what you want?" To be a burden, when he could most certainly act out in more positive ways. He could have brought them his latest kill if he wanted some attention, dammit. Frustration and anger was clear in her voice, but also, somewhere, was guidance.

"Ferret tried to kill your father," she said, casting Peregrine a brief glance before turning her attention back to Whip, "And now you're trying to hurt all of us with this bullshit?" Fox hadn't a clue that Perry was thinking good cop/bad cop, but she sure as hell was playing that part right now. "Is that the kind of attention you want, buddy?"