Dragoncrest Cliffs Anglerfish

That’s not-

But wasn’t that exactly what he’d said? That he wanted to be sorry, but he wasn’t.

Swordfish was angry at how simple it sounded when she said it. It wasn’t that simple. It was confusing and frustrating. It hurt him in a way that he couldn’t grasp for himself. It was cheapening her horrifying response to him hunting. Suzu had come from nowhere. She had screamed at him, lunged for him with craziness glinting in her lilac eyes. Quennell had pushed her away, she had appeared so frightening – no warning, no attempt at reason. For a boy as emotionally challenged as Swordfish, it made it all the worse.

The young wolf huffed out a huge breath of air. He shook his head, desperate to figure out what he should say, with care. The words he’d used so far had been useless. The girl wasn’t fazed, and she hadn’t budged from her stiff-legged stance. Damn, he just wanted her to stop looking at him with that harshness. It was a spotlight on a nerve-wracked performer.

That innit what I meant… He wished she knew what he meant without having to navigate how he might say it. The risk of angering her frightened him so deeply, he hated himself.

Please, just… help me understand? I dunno what happened that day. Ya scared me. Yer scarin- another breath from his mouth, as though he was struggling to find it. Yer scarin me now. Tell me what I did wrong, so I know what to say sorry fer. So I know what I should be sorry fer…