Shadewood A foe turned friend

Cry could hear them all-
all of them simply laughing at the fool he’d become. He had started off strong, keeping to himself, doing his orders and taking pay, leaving. But Slade knew what Cry could have become. That was what he had fostered in the boy, wringing the morality from him like water from a wash rag. He could almost hear the disappointment in Reiner’s voice-
in His voice-
‘You weren’t meant to soak it back up.’

Sithis forgive, it made him sick.

Cry was meant to rule, and he pushed it away for equality, for understanding, for family- 
Goddamnit if he didn’t lead, who else would?! 

“This isn’t even leadership,” he near repeated back the lesson Reiner was trying to almost re-instill into him. “It’s stagnation.” This reality was pulling at a fraying greying scar, reopening a wound that was only just trying to heal. But the freedom. The ability to be able to say whatever it was he wanted, to condemn and to take what was his from anyone. If he fucking wanted Kukutux, there should be nothing from Gwen but compliance. Should he want those fucking puppies to stand beside him and learn what true strength was, they would have to fight for it- not just be handed their leadership quality. 

His gaze froze across the face of the enormous male. “But I’ve already set stuff in stone- what could I possibly do to make anything better, now?”

Almost immediately, the answer hit him. Or atleast a possible answer. He could train. The Devil was just as large as his Uncle had been- and considering he had pinned him and near killed him in something as easy as a slide and the bulk of his weight, he could validate that as a reason. But that would have to come later- he would need logistics first.