Ain't my fault it's all I got

Her brows would bot shoot skyward at his reply. It certainly wasn't the one she expected to hear, but then again this man seemed to be cut from a different cloth than the rest of them. He was interesting, she could give him that much. Mara couldn't really believe his assertion, though, much as she might want to in order to feel less like she was constantly at the edge of death. No, she was getting exactly what she deserved, likely not even as much suffering as she ought to have reaped. It was comforting to think she didn't, but that was probably why her mind instinctively distanced itself from the possibility that he could be right. He hadn't been there to see the extent of the damage she caused time and time again without a thought.

The rest of it was more palatable, easier to embrace without a fight. Much as it might hurt, she probably had taught at least one of the kids not to be like their mother. Rogdar was a bit too much like his father to stay entirely out of trouble, but he didn't seem as inclined to take up her propensity for fighting as Amos. Meanwhile, Amos was more openly attention-seeking, always looking to do whatever made someone happy so they'd like him. Torryn… well that one had gotten most if not all of her laziness so it was hard to decide where he'd settled.

When he finished speaking Mara would offer a shrug, flopping hard back onto her side. A small yawn parted her jaws before she huffed, "I agree with you to some degree. I do find it comforting to think that at the very least my kids might push themselves to be better than me. Their sire was… well, annoying as hell in my opinion but probably still a better wolf than me much as I loathe to swallow my pride and offer him a compliment." Those bright amber-orange eyes of her would flutter closed for a long moment. Shifting to get more comfortable, tossing and turning a few times until she was sprawled in an awkward looking, but comfortable position, she'd add, "I was horrible though. I followed my brother - an admittedly evil and violent man - to all sorts of places, fighting and maiming anyone who got in our way. Cerb did some pretty stomach-churning stuff, things I was more than happy to witness and allow to happen because it "wasn't my problem". Whatever that means. Worst part is probably that I wouldn't care if I hadn't had pups. I even resented caring. Still sort of do. It's much easier to keep trying to justify your darkness than to fight it."

Shifting to look back at him again with one half opened eye, Mara would suddenly grow curious and ask, "What about you, what's the story of the man so tired of living? Has to be good for you to be this screwed up, right?" Tactful is not a word in Mara's vocabulary. Her words were straightforward, but geniunely curious and there was no intent to hurt.