Blackfoot Forest settle down, set it right

He acknowledged her motion with only a glance of his jade eyes, making no move of his own. She had an odd yearning to throttle him into the ground, make him suffer and bleed; the frustration of the encounter grating against her patience (the added stress of Alya missing having already stretched it thin). Her claws dug into the dirt and for a moment it looked like she just might have torn into the boy. She sensed Hydra tense beside her before she relaxed once more with a contemplative flick of her tail.

"You're right," she said with a degree of finality. The effort of killing him wasn't worth it. She had picked up on the dual meaning of his retort — and if it pained him so to even just talk to her, then she guess she would have to be the one to burn the bridge. It would be merciful, really.

"You were never enough," she said, eyes flashing as she regarded him with a renewed sense of confidence. "How could I ever love someone so weak."