Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

At first she thought he was going to actually keep going.  It didn't even cross her mind that he might be out of earshot; instead, she was hanging on a knife's point and wondering if, when all was said and done, she could actually keep the promise she'd just made.  Maybe after a while he'd have worn her down, but the way she was feeling right now?  Yeah, she could've.

She kept her mouth clamped shut as she heard him stomping back towards her, but the relief was undescribable.  For a second there, again, she'd honestly believed he was going to write her off.  Even after what he'd just said, because for some reason, she had a hard time believing it.  She wanted him to yell at her.  She wanted him to rip into her the way she had him, tell her what the hell she'd done wrong so that she could come back at him and then they'd be even.  No resentment, no dancing around the point.  And no more god-damn running.

Instead, he brought up Penn again.  Fennec could've choked him, and the darkening of her expression probably precluded exactly how this conversation was going to go.  If Bronco thought he was going to get some kind of confession out of her, he was sadly mistaken.

I want you to be YOURSELF!  FUCK.  Why was that so hard for him?  I'm not defending Penn.  But while you keep making comparisons, he never did shit for me.  He KNEW HE DIDN'T HAVE TO.  Because while you keep trying so damn hard to make me fucking HAPPY, why don't you stop and actually listen to me.  Fennec's ears pinned back and she bared her teeth in a growl.

I'm pissed off because you leave for a trip you don't bother to ask me if I want to go on, but you bring me back a gift, like that's what I want.  I'm pissed off because I try harder than I've ever tried making something for you, and not only can you not use it, you disappear.  Even worse, you take the fucking present back... for what?  To punish me?

If they were doing this, they were doing it full out, because she needed him to acknowledge this and she was sure she was doing a shitty job at putting words to it.  But she kept going because there was something she was getting at and, sooner or later, she'd land on it.  If you wanted it to hurt, congrats, mission accomplished.  So no, Bronco, I'm not afraid of liking you.  I'm fucking confused as to how you can stand there and say you like me so much, when everything you do says you don't know anything about me.  And you never really bother to ask.

She was challenging him and she had no clue what the outcome would be.  Maybe he'd run again, or maybe he'd actually stand for once and lay it back.  Either way, something about this was causing a shift in her, and even through her anger she could feel a sureness blooming within that she'd never really had before.