Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She spits in his face, raving with anger but falters, failing to finish a sentence Vaati already knows the answer to. But he does not press her further on the subject of her guardians, it is clear that had she had any, she would not be in the state that she is. Neglected, perhaps, in the way he was by his father; he pushes those protruding thoughts away as soon as it enters his mind. But with every scornful work cast his way, he does not grow in anger, but in frustration. He knows his word means nothing to her yet, but it should — he has never willingly given it to anybody in his life. "Your pack already wants me dead and yet I have not killed you, even when I could have... what do you have to lose, truly?" He questions her with diligence, set on avoiding living up to the promise he made regarding what would happen should she refuse. Does she not see that? Did he himself even understand what he was doing and why, beyond the base function of revenge? These questions are left unanswered as he steps off her, backing away slightly to give a space he does not need to grant, but close enough that should he have to, he could easily bring her down once more. Make no mistake, he will kill her if he must; it is simply unlike himself to second guess whether or not he should.