Bearclaw Valley I'm so full of love, I could barely eat

It was better this way, Cole had convinced himself. Better this way that he could convince her that hurtin' others is the answer— it so often ended up like this, and he was tired, exhausted, of doin' the heavy liftin' himself. Was it a moral burden? Shit, he didn't know. He did what the Rex and Regina wanted.

Good. He said, simply, given that she didn't argue with him further. It was a trait that could be held in staunch admiration, the ability to grow, be proven wrong. One that Cole wasn't sure he had.

But then she just had to keep on runnin' her sweet lips. Eyes darkening with their same sheen of bravado, he looked away, for how ever briefly. Dunno what y'mean.

Dismissive. The best way to keep Anatolia safe. Protectin' everyone. 's my job.