Our paths are like a boomerang

Unlike me he already knew that, but it hurt to hear it regardless. No, she didn't need him. She didn't seem to want to need anyone. The Warlord made a sound of deep frustration in the back of his throat, shaking his head. He had come out here because his emotions had been too volatile, too close to spilling out. He had hoped to find a release for his anger. Finding Deathbelle only added to his helplessness, his frustration. "The only person who can give you a will to live is yourself, Deathbelle. Make a choice. Live, or die. If you chose the prior, seek me out, and I'll re-train you to fight, and you'll have a home in my pack." He told her, seeing and understanding that nothing he was saying was getting through. He couldn't give her the fuel for her flames, but if she found any measure not matter how small to live, he would help her.

Until then, there was nothing he could do. He dragged his claws through the earth of the soil before him. Frustration and anger in his eyes.