Take it out on me

Of course the vixen didn't know that her own lack of communication was part of the problem, she hadn't been forthwith with him and had unknowing created the rift between them herself.

So when he turned away from her and made that gesture at her Mammon didn't know how to react. There was anger, of course, that was always easy to summon up in the woman but more than that there was anxiety and fear... so much fear. Who was she without him? She was no one and his rejection sent her whole sense of self crumbling. The woman collapsed onto her haunches, hunching over herself as if to protect herself from him further.

Then she began to cry, hot angry tears streaming down her face and a low keening sound pulling from her lips. Then with a sudden violence she tossed her head up, her gaze lazer focusing on Levi, on the only thing that had ever given her life meaning, and she yelled as loud as she could. It was pure agony and anger that sounded in her tone. "Why?" It was a simple if not loaded question.

Mammon shivered as the tears wracked through her body, she needed to know. Needed to hear from his own mouth what had made him so strongly reject her. She needed to know, she would change, she would do anything to get him to come back because right now she didn't know who she was, all she knew was she was a failure.