hate is a strong word

It was no fault of Bindi's that Shego had lost her interest.

The wiry wolf looked back as the other spoke, and it was clear the witch was thinking it over.

She grimaced. "I was," she murmurs, "I do not trust him. I trust you, I trust that you mean that," and she did, she truly did. Shego bowed her head, turning to face them, contemplating. "I trusted who accepted me, once." Blind trust. How could she know to trust this wolf when she had done it once and been wronged?

Of course, none of that was true. But Shego had told herself that it was, a thousand times over. When one lied to themselves enough, they began to believe it; more than that, others doubted themselves.

"...I am good with cubs, I am young but... And I can also care for the sick... my sister, she passed, but I took care of her until the end..." A mournful note touches her words, despite how unfeeling she was on the matter; her sister was alive here, in this place, somewhere, in another body. Reincarnated.

But her eyes fall to Issun and she looks petrified. "It is not your fault," she stated breathlessly to Bindi, "I cannot stay here. It is no loss,"

She lied; it was a great loss. Her eyes fell to Issun once more before she turned and bolted, but not in the direction of Blackfeather Woods, so she would look true to her word. In fact, she headed toward the Caldera.