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Cut the bullshit, Raleska came Vercingetorix's scathing reply. No sooner had he finished his words did Raleska positively balloon outwards in indignation, every blade of fur on her frame pointed outwards like quills. How dare he forget the reason why Rusalka had brought war to his doorstep?! She glanced to Rosalyn in unbridled contempt, a seething fury blading its way through her. She would understand -- she had, after all, endured the unwarranted torture Drageda had thrown upon her. "We were there because you and yours kidnapped our packmate." Raleska corrected darkly, barely able to keep a lid on her anger. She wanted to strike him down, but she knew better. Her words were gritted and her tail snapped agitatedly back and forth.

All it took for Raleska to rein in her agitation was the look in Rosalyn's gaze -- which showed that maybe, she was not on Raleska's side. The girl swallowed, bile rising in her throat as she stepped back. Erzulie's words echoed in her mind, but she had no answer. Any further thoughts were cut down by the harsh bark of her brother, whose command cut through her in the dull, uncaring way a boat might slice through murkwater.

Raleska looked upwards, indignant -- her own brother, not even on her side? Calling her rash and insinuating she was stupid? Her fur was already on end, but the look of betrayal that crossed her gaze was unmistakable. His command was unassailable, and even then, struck down in front of her peers, Raleska did not wish to retaliate. She only felt the knife twist further as she looked upon Illidan, knowing he had served her nothing but injustice. "No." She murmured, keeping her regal head high. "It is you that has misplaced trust in him." Her head jerked towards Vercingetorix, for she could not look upon the man without feeling raw contempt worm through her. "This --" She gestured around them, encapsulating Vercingetorix vaguely in the gesture -- "is on you. No one else wanted him here."

She was spent. Wholly and utterly spent. Never had she stood before her own family, or fought with her brother -- but this was not something Raleska felt was right in her bones. Had it been her instead of Illidan, she would have killed Vercingetorix the day he came back to their beach. He was nothing but trouble. Once an enemy, always an enemy, and Raleska would never forget that.

She did not give any of them the satisfaction of meeting her gaze once her speech finished. There was something else driving her -- a raw emotion of grief. Suddenly, she needed to get away from all of them. To think and reflect on everything alone. Him. Caiaphas. The cold words of her brother. That inscrutable, unreadable look in her mentor... She brushed by Vengeance without even a glance his direction, speeding away at the clipped gait of a woman furious and close to snapping.