Moonspear i've got some damn bad intentions

Hydra blinked at his words, but was quick to process them as they came. Her mind began to race as she tried to determine just what she was in that moment. I am not, she said with a huff, in fact, I'm treating her like gold in comparison to how I feel. She's childish. Everything needs to be about her—while she spent time crying, I killed a fox, another thing that could threaten my siblings! She made a huge mistake and isn't doing anything about it but sulking. I can't handle her, and I shouldn't be forced to, her ears flicked and she squinted at him. What do you want me to do? Hug her? Tell her, "hey, Julia, you distracted dad with your thousands of questions so he couldn't grab little Galaxy who NEEDED his attention in time before she fell to her death but no worries! It's cool!" Cause  it's not cool. Galaxy is gone, she wondered what the hell Terance was thinking, and she gave him the floor. It was because Hydra cared about him and also considered him her closest friends that she even gave him a chance to speak–she did want to understand what he thought she should feel. It didn't matter though; she wasn't an empath as he was, and she couldn't and wouldn't pretend to be alright when she wasn't.