Our paths are like a boomerang

There was so much hurt inside the Warlord. Pain, and shame, and frustration for where he found himself. Losing Zee once had been impossible. Losing her twice left him hollowed out and confused. Finding himself faced with Deathbelle, now of all times, shocked him more than it should. Perhaps a part of him had let himself believe that his old childhood friend had found some happiness. Seeing that for the lie it was punctured his already tattered heart. He wished so badly that ee and Deathbelle had remained friends. That choosing Zee hadn’t cost him Death. Now he had lost Zee. Again. Deathbelle was still broken, and there was nothing he could do to change either fate.

When Deathbelle stepped to the side, he bared his teeth at her. Remembering the fierce Empress she had once been. Of all the times she had escaped death and injury, and found her way to the top. Surviving the death of their homeland, the wolves that had sought to hurt them. The vibrant youth she had been who had proven to be so much more than her father. She thought of Zee, who had once believed in Deathbelle. “Your living it, and so long as you're living it, it’s your choice. You ‘re too strong a wolf to live a life you didn’t pick, Deathbelle. Who you are right now. This wasted creature, do you even see yourself, Phoenix? A gutted flame? This you’ve allowed yourself to become.” He slammed a paw down between them, cutting off her exit if she had any desire to escape. “The mother of my children is dead, truly dead, but I haven’t chosen to abandon them, to become a shadow.” he snarled at her. Angry for finding this weakness in a wolf he admired above all. Afraid of the idea of falling.

"Sirius"