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Anselm prepared to be saddled with excuses. He was sure everyone who ever abandoned his family had the best of intentions, even though they left them to die. That's how the world worked, right? Only look out for me, me, mine, mine.

Waxwing's mother was gone. Anselm parsed from body language that he meant in a more spiritual sense than physical. So what? Was he supposed to feel sorry for someone who abandoned them all? His fur prickled to be met with a quandary: show sympathy, and be manipulated into letting his guard down -- or show strength, and refuse to let his barriers be cracked.

They are gone. He said with a curl of his lips. Now fuck off.