Making things right

He saw her switch the side of her head, offering him his wish, and the fierce embers renewed the smoldering flames within. Such a temptation.
She always was.

"No. Killing you would only benefit in satisfying my bloodlust. Not giving back my shard of heart I actually offered you. That, girl, is something I will never get back."

He studied her even moreso, his emeralds perephereal taking within every detail of the dark girl. She looked healthy. Better off. Happy. And her pelt reeked of this 'Koda', so that put in mind how she was already to be bethrothed to the male who he had given the antlers to.

"As stated before, zagadochnaya devushka, you look prettier alive, than dead."

Without a second to pause and relive the past he seethed in every day he thought of her, he kept speaking,

"Return to your Koda, Kesuk. He is your love, and that is something that is not to be severed. Speaking with me, being in my company alone, is enough to attempt the feat. I've given him a gift to impress you with. A sign of 'friendship', one here would call it."

Vector actually pondered whether she would be impressed by the antlers of the buck he and Koda had managed to down, together. As comrades, they acomplished the deed, and that was a day Vector had thought he had an ally in this strange and docile land. Yet to see how small the world was, was a horrid realization but one he was prepared for, never the less.