we scare because we don't care

He was careful to avoid her gaze as he waited for a response. Jupiter looked ashamed, which was an expression that rarely ever touched his features. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever felt genuine shame. Most of that got burned out as a youngster one particularly hot season when catching food poisoning from a scavenged kill had the same odds as a coin toss. It was hard to keep hold of your shame when you can't even keep the backdoor closed, so to speak. He'd learned so, so much about himself that season. Ah, memories.

"Weeell," he said slowly, realization dawning on him suddenly. Fuck. "You know..." He'd been so focused on looking the part that he'd forgotten to construct a good punchline. Damn it. Jupiter cleared his throat as though the answer made him uncomfortable. "They target those who are uhhhm...innocent." Okay, a punchline was forming. It wasn't really the sort of answer one gave a teenager but eh, why should he care? She was old enough to break from wherever she was from and strike out on her own. He could have a laugh at her expense.

Jupiter stood up, destroyed his drawing with a wave of his paw and padded over to Pestilence. His expression was reserved still.  It was difficult to keep it together as he leaned in to murmur, "They only harass virgins." He waited maybe one whole second before dissolving into laughter and brushing by her in the direction of home. "Best not to linger, kiddo." Man, he really needed to find friends his own age because that would have slayed.