The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

He did listen to what she had to say, though it was apparent that he didn't particularly want to. This much was clear in the knitting of his brow, the narrowing of grey-green eyes, the scowl on his scarred muzzle. Dacio had loathed all things Rusalka throughout the entirety of his lifetime, and those years of engrained emotion was far too much for him to simply shake off.

"Why now?" Dacio needed to know why, after all this time, after all the bloodshed and trauma and heartbreak, had she decided to let go? How was it that she could, yet he could not? He took another step back, mindful of the injury to his forelimb as he felt a sharpness in the targeted joint. "This has to be some joke. You're trying to trick me, aren't you?"