Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra felt a bemused smile cross her lips before she could withhold it. I suppose you were busy behaving the fool to miss my own actions that day, she drawled, blinking slowly. Her own expression was not without true humor; she found this woman amusing, genuinely. The infection perhaps reached her mind; her tongue ran, but there was not much thought behind it. Had there ever been? Not since the moment Hydra had seen her first; it could easily be a part of the others condition, she supposed. 

The best option would have been away, as the other had known to head, she rejoined cooly, truly perplexed how the other did not have the sense to know that much. Do you genuinely think killing any other needlessly to be the goal that day? No—it was defending food from invaders not of this Wilderness. There are enough mouths to feed here, she finished, you fought against a man and a child learning to use their teeth properly. And if either of them had taken her throat, it was because she had encouraged them to do so by fighting back when she simply could have fled. 

You would be dead if they wanted you that way, Hydra said slowly, so the other could understand; why only injure you, after all, and not finish the job if that was their goal to start with? That did not make sense, not in the slightest, to the woman ruled by logic.