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A younger Fox would have retorted with, "At least he didn't die on you." The older, slightly more mature Fox pondered on Finley's confession for a moment, then formed reassuring words. “Sounds like he wasn’t really committed,” Fox replied, as much warmth as she could muster in her voice. She had half a mind to march her little red butt over to the plateau and smack the shit out of Finn, but she knew now that her purpose was here in the caldera. It was here that she would raise her children, and raising conflict would not help them in the long run.

“Better things come along,” Fox assured her, although she did not consider Peregrine "better" than Haunter, he was certainly better than the plethora of fools she had come into contact with outside of those two. In all reality, she likely would not have thought so highly of Haunter if he had not died. By passing away, he had failed to do anything horrendous to her, and her image of him would be forever untarnished. “Maybe better things named Elwood,” she teased with a smirk.