Blackfeather Woods Jailhouse Tango

Agreed. <3]

"He did not name himself, so he did not really steal your name, did he?" She tried to bring some logic to Burke's angry tirade. He seemed rather agitated by this subject, which made her curious as to what might have happened. If she had not met Sebastian, she would have always assumed that Burke was a perfect father figure. "His mother named him, so blame her. And it is the gods' fault he looks like you." She said, a slightly smug smile appearing on her face as she called him out.

"Let me tell you something, Burke." She said, her tone serious now as the gray tank dismissed his son. "Where I was born, the Dark Brotherhood was strong and always active, less of a pack than Blackfeather Woods, but just as tightly knit, if not more. Almost everyone was out doing missions, and those missions were always dangerous. We could not go a week without someone being hurt, and there was always more than three deaths a year. Everyone got along in my sect, parents and children, siblings, friends; even if you did not like a person. We had to, because no one knew if the next mission would be their last, and if they would leave behind unresolved problems." She sighed; she had not thought of her dark birthplace in ages. It was a strange, nostalgic feeling to think of herself as a child again. "You and your son should make amends. Whatever caused you to dislike each other, you need to forget that and forgive each other. Then you can go your separate ways."

She frowned jokingly at Burke. "I am the healer here, and I say you shall stay in the infirmary until I say so." Look at him, trying to smoothtalk his way out of here. He still needed peaceful, undisturbed rest, away from her pups.