Redhawk Caldera Partners in crime

He did not care if she was not happy with his tone - he had not approached her in the first place. She had the freedom to just walk away whenever she pleased, for she was not his and did not own him anything. Still, she remained, which only fueled the silent rage inside his small vessel. He gritted his teeth - had he asked for a backstory? He did not think so. And her name; so specific, and somehow, he almost expected her to leave him for dead. Grace had, Warbone had, Gypsy had and he barely knew Fox. He bit his lip. He did not try and understand that she was Peregrine's daughter, for he simply did not care.

You talk a lot. He frowned as she sat down, but he kept still. Why he said it, he had no clue. His eyes, still a little wet from his earlier crying, shifted slowly to look at what she was staring at. Was she expecting his name? His story? Should he even still be talking to her? None of these questions he could answer by himself, yet he did not wish to leave her here - nor that she would leave him here.