Down with every grain of sand sliding through the hourglass, Cara felt her throat get tighter and her head lighter. She wanted to yell at him and maybe even fling her body towards his, hoping the sole force of her frustration would be enough to knock him down. She was enraged by his calmness and his serene demeanour; while she felt like her eyes might just burts from her skull he simply sunk his eyes in her face, waiting for her to go insane.
No one, except the worthless piece of trash that had drowned her idol had ever roused such emotions from the girl's chest. But unlike with her, she actually felt self-conciouss around him. He had been a pain in the ass since they had first crossed paths, but he had also been her stabilizing rock when Jinx had died. In spite of the million reasons to lunge at him swirling currently through her mind, the one reason to not to stood above all.
If she tried to attack him, then the whole pack would fall into ruins.
The Ouroboros couldn't hold in more hatred among its members.
Like the day he had waded into the water where she stood, covered in tears speaking with the clouds, she needed to help him now.
If not for her own sake and safety, for the Spine's
She held her tongue and listened to him, struggling every second of his speech to curl her lips back and refuse to be spoken to like a child -- but even she, in the middle of her ignorance, knew she could not fight that argument.
She was far from being an adult -- at least a responsable one.
"There will always be a you and I, Mordecai" she barked, refusing to let him push her away so easily, "Not necessarily under these terms, however" she added after a bried second. It was a subtle way of telling him that regardless of who stayed with the throne, her relationship with him -- bad or good -- wouldn't end.
Now whether he wanted her as an enemy of as an ally was up to him.
