this don't impress me..much

He was so startled he looked directly at the wolf beside him for the first time that day. Finding the too-familiar eyes of a wolf he had considered his closest friend, and knew him better then anyone. Now, they were almost strangers. He found the difference painful. Like vertigo in his heart. They stood awkwardly side by side as she made small talk in a way she didn't know would poke at a wound in his heart. He tucked his wings in a little tighter, despite the warm air around them. He couldn't quite keep his misery off his face. How did Hanako still make him feel like this? Perhaps it was because she was the one he would have gone to, when the Warlord made his ultimatum and broke his heart a little more.

It made him prickly, his voice a little sharper then perhaps it should have been. "What do you want me to say, Hanako? Do you want me to defend his actions? He's an egocentric ass wrapped up as a Warlord. He'll do whatever he has to to get the results he wants. But most of the time what he wants is for the good of the Armada. So it doesn't matter, right? You might as well just accept the change. He always gets what he wants." There was a bite to his words. A wound there. A hurt Sirius had done, not Hanako herself. He hunched his shoulders a little. Wings drawn in close. "You don't have anything to worry about. You have him grandkids, he loves you." He turned his head away.