Heron Lake Plateau plight of the lemon children

Apparently they were family, but Screech didn't give a damn.  Time for a disappointed sigh (slightly for dramatics) and a shake of the head as Screech started to leave the scene, as apparently suffering and hatred were the 'in' things and listening was so last year.  The only consistent feature of all your dissatisfying relationships is you, he quoted lowly, not knowing if Screech would even hear him, but he wasn't going to bother to yell it so he could for sure.  Quixote did kind of hope he did -- he'd held back saying it in case Screech had some sort of snarky reply, but he hadn't planned the yearling would just give up on the whole thing.  Whatever.  If he wanted to keep on ruining his own life, the kid was free to do so as long as he didn't screw up the pack in the process.  As far as Quixote was concerned, this was his one warning, and he honestly didn't think Screech would last that long if this was how he treated everyone else.  Screech had lived up to expectations in the worst way for his continued membership.

There were more important things to do than fight for someone who didn't want to be saved.  And somewhere in the OOC void, Quixote shifted from chaotic to neutral.