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his expression soured at treason's comment. her comment was not at all accusatory-- at least not on a surface level-- but terance, as on edge as he was (despite his best masking techniques) was not so thrilled to hear anything that resembled disappointment. anything that hinted at the fact that he let someone down. obviously, he fucking let someone down. as if he didn't tell himself every day what a miserable failure of a wolf he was and how nothing he ever did was-- 

he stopped his thoughts from taking over, taking a sharp inhale and furrowing his brow. "well, i don't have that distraction anymore," he countered defensively, despite the heaps of other comments treason made that he could've responded to initially. but he continued, trying to save himself from falling into some bitchy little hole. "i can't remember who was there-- most of our ranks are mercenaries-- nara and hyacinth and wraen are the exceptions. maybe some newbies." terance only knew this because he was, after all, the head guardian. 

"unstable?" he questioned her, a brow quirking, his voice turned up at the end-- asking clarification. and to her next comment... "we don't want you to play nice," he said, and then he himself clarified, "i don't want you to play nice."