Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

If he thought he was going to gain her sympathy by playing the dead parents card, he was mistaken.  Because it was bullshit, and she knew it, and if there was one thing you could count on Fennec for it was calling that like she saw it.  She had never minced her words to spare his (or anyone's) feelings, and this was not going to be an exception.

You fucking chose to sit around by yourself, don't get that twisted.  Yeah, your parents are dead, but mine aren't and they're your family too.  You just chose to be an asshole and treat them like shit.  I let you because I fucking got it, but I'm not going to sit here and let you pretend I'm the problem for spending time with our family.  Get fucked.

Assumptions.  If he hadn't given her an ultimatum, if he'd asked, she'd have left with him again in a heartbeat.  She didn't even have to wonder; she'd done it the first time and she'd have done it again.  Maybe it was lucky for her he'd shown his true colors then.  Right.  Clearly you know everything.  Then I guess we're done here.  Normally she could go a few more rounds, but she suddenly was sick of arguing with him.  It wasn't worth it.  She didn't want to sit here and listen to his 'woe is me' excuses about his parents, his shitty decisions, or how he had 'no one' when she was right fucking there.  He could go right back to having no one since clearly that was how he was happiest.  She began to stalk off, limping back in the direction of home without another word.