Arrow Lake didn't see that coming

As she began to defend herself, Mesa stopped listening. He didn't really care why she was back — in fact, he never really considered her feelings at all, or her at all. She was just another fixture within Diaspora; he'd failed to notice when she'd gone missing previously, and he hadn't developed enough empathy in his short span of life to realize how terrible he was being. She might've been chalking it up to the loss of his father, but maybe deep down Mesa was an elitist piece of shit and Stigmata's death merely gave him an excuse.

The more she rambled though, the more frustrated Mesa became. He rolled his eyes again and tried to cut her off with a drawn-out sigh; when that didn't work he sat through the rest of her diatribe and with a cutting edge to his tone—and a glare—he said, My father is dead. His belief in you died with him.

Being reminded of this loss stung. We don't need you. We need Stigmata. Where were you when he was in danger? What good is your loyalty to this mountain if you failed my father—and all of us—so badly? These questions were thrown haphazardly at Kazimir; they were rhetorical, and as such, Mesa didn't give her a moment to consider her options or to reply. He got more insistent with each comment until finally (practically shouting in her face) he lunged with a grimace, his tail arched high. If you're so great at surviving alone, then get the hell out of here!