Under the light of a 1000 colors

He was shocked at the revelations she gave, for he could not have guessed.  He was so ok with being alone that it was hard to imagine what she was feeling.  True, it was lonely, but it was also familiar.  And a whole lot less stress, he was finding, only having to worry about your own happiness.

He'd have never thought her lonely, and the idea that the pack wasn't giving her enough made him, if possible, more unhappy than he already was.  Again, why hadn't she come to him?  He'd have listened... but what could he have done?  Well, he could have tried at least.  And she could've tried too.  Instead she'd run off and sought what she needed from outside, and look where it had gotten her. 

"Was it worth it?"  he asked, not out of spite, but because he truly wanted to know.  Was the stress and pain she was feeling now, and the strain she would likely put on her friends as a result, worth the easing of the loneliness even for a bit?

Because he just couldn't see how that could be the case.