Hey! No more!

Hearing Hikas confession, he felt... loved. Seen. And yet somehow, also not. Hika was dismissing any chance for violence, he was seeing his bloody, torn wings and shoulders, and not seeing it for what it was. He wanted to lash out at Hika, to show him how he was hurting those around him. How he couldn't seem to help doing so. He growled softly, and pushed Hika away. In the tourmal and self loathing, the darker voice won out. "How can you say that? How can you be sure?" He demanded. His voice was still rough and raw, but a little louder now.
[i] push him away [\i]
A voice in his heart whispered
[i] push him away now, so he can't hurt you later [\i]

He pushed himself to his full height, staring Hika down. Growling at the smaller wolf, blood still on Morts tongue. He grabbed a feather off the ground, and brandished it before the other boy. "You asked who did this? I did this! I did this to myself! And I hurt Hana. I hurt her so bad that she can't even bare looking at me. We are done, me and her. No more friendship. No more fishing trips. I did this! And maybe ill do worse. Maybe I will hurt you Hika. I shouldn't have asked you to come. Stay here. Cozy up to Hana. Live the life your suppose to. Forget about me!" He spat the feather out, and backed up, closer to the waves. Should he run? Turn around and walk away, like Hana had?