Arrow Lake didn't see that coming

The more she listened to him the more foolish she felt, he was just a boy and now he was a boy who had lost his father. Her gaze softened and while the ice remained because she was a prideful woman, she didn't feel so nastily toward him anymore. Even so his barbs sunk deep and she sighed exasperated "I was alone. I hunted alone. Fed myself alone. Because Diaspora is my home. Your father had faith in me until he died and I owe him for that" Her words were said angrily, her expression stern though she spoke only the truth and kept her words from being anything harmful toward the boy. She would just handle whatever he threw her way on her own, perhaps Mahler would help her but she wouldn't feed into it anymore. "Stigmata will forever live through Diaspora and I will give my live for it, even if it's not worth Shit" her eyes bore straight into his, asserting herself or challenging him to try and stop her.