[Fenris for his part listens. Really listens. Of course she'd hate herself over it. It had killed her mother...Adawolfe's mother, Garrett's too. That horrible part of their history seemed to remain the same.

He IS angry, angry that she hid it from him (yet knowing exactly why she'd do it) but he is already well aware what road anger takes him down. He already drowns himself in it regularly, if he succumbs completely...

Well. That's how Adawolfe ended up killing him. He didn't want to become that...some crazed rabid animal, just like Danarius wanted.]

...I know.

[He's tired. Tried of fighting with everyone. Tired of being so damn angry all the time. Tired of everything. He knows that time is never finite here. That one day, she will leave here- or he will, and that will be that. She'll return to her own Fenris and he-

Well. He'll just be alone, whichever way the dice fell. But he's not alone now, and that is something he knows he should be glad for.]

I'll talk to her. I- understand her reasons for it. I'm still angry but...

[He frowns looking off down a hallway, back to the shifting uncomfortably, then. ]

She deserves the chance to speak, at least. To clear the air.