Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

His red eye widened, the other a glassy orb of no emotion to be had. She whirls around, blocking his attempt to leave. Holland bites back an annoyed grunt, instead he curls his lip. "Even careful wolves fall prey to predators." The people his kingdom razed were careful, weren't they? They took all precaution and still they fell to might. It still haunted him to this day, triggering when he saw the woman throw away her life.

"You don't get it" he snarls suddenly, taking a step toward Keres "you're still, always will be, the friendly wolf I met weeks ago" careful or not "true, I do not know you well" Holland gave her that "but I doubt you would kill another to save your life. You would try to reason with them. You wouldn't beg. But that's what the big bads out there want. They want to see you broken, begging before considering it."

And he had been the big bads upon a time. He had seen countless villagers begging for their lives. He didn't care. He hadn't cared. He cut them down all in the name of a greater design. Glory. Honor. Or brainwashing. "They will take advanage of your kindness" he utters, his voice becoming quiet again "they will see it as weakness. And they won't hesitate" But she would. "me being there won't stop it. Have you killed before, Keres?" he asked her directly "another wolf? Because I have."

Sins never wash away they just get bloodier...

"That's how I know this. You are not a killer. I don't look at you and see myself." His voice cracks but he holds her gaze, hard and uncompromising.