Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

He laughs bitterly. “Darling, there’s no point in trying to ‘do better’.” He says simply. “You’ve already done it all. Why not carry on the way you were?” But he continues. “I have absolutely nothing worthy to say of that. Though, perhaps you still don’t understand what it’s like to be a Saint. You will in time.”

Then all of a sudden there’s a growling ball of fury beside him and he realizes it’s Simmik. He smirks at the thought of her defending him unquestionably. Yet, just as he was about to say something Nyra shows herself as well and Kynareth almost wants to laugh. Are they really just standing around arguing like pups? Growling at one another?

“No one will be attacking anyone.” He dares to say in his Grandmaster voice. The voice that demands attention and flaunts his rank about with a flash of his teeth. “Stand down, both of you.” He hums dangerously to the pale warriors. 

Then he’s looking back to Leigh. “This conversation is over, darling. Adapt, overcome and become stronger; or be consumed by your guilt and self pity, and become weaker. It’s that simple.” His voice is cold. One h used to use with his old pack when they fucked up or someone betrayed him.

“Think about it.” He says finally. Moving his body to leave their presence, his muscles shifting beneath his pelt as he walks off languidly.