Oh Brother Where Art Though?

Chaos gave only a vague grunt in reply to the news of the Destructions. He didn't know or care who Sparrow was, so news of their death didn't really effect him at all. 'Oh well, there's a fucking trillion more Destructions who were probably exactly like them ready to take their place' probably wouldn't be as funny to Rhyme as it was to him, so it was more tactful to just not say anything at all.

Rhyme went on to ask if he'd set alliances yet, and Chaos grinned, giving a sharp bark of laughter, then schooled his expression into a playfully offended one. "Rhyme! Alliances?!" His horrified exclamation was accompanied by a paw pressed to his chest, as though he were pained by the very idea. "You know me better than that! Why, whatever would my mother think if she knew I'd stooped to making alliances with other packs? She'd be rolling in her grave." He stopped, his breath catching with a very real pang of grief for a moment in the sudden knowledge that his mother never would get to see him lead like his father had before him, but he pushed that grief aside because what is healthier than bottling up your feelings and pretending not to have them?

He shook it off, and forced the grin back on his muzzle. It was easier to pretend not to feel anything when he was smiling. "It's hard to feel particularly inclined to make alliances when there's not a pack around that I feel it would benefit my pack to ally with. It's not 'mutually beneficial' if they're the only one getting anything worthwhile out of it, and if it's not mutually beneficial is it even worth considering?" He shrugged, casually callous at the idea of not making any effort to help someone else if he wasn't getting anything out of it.