Despite All My Rage

Any amount of gratitude that had been previously displayed in the male suddenly disappeared. Now it was only seriousness that showed on him at the topic she brought up. As he feared. She was perhaps too caught up within her own blunt point of view to understand what he was trying to say. A leader was more than just strong. But the only thing he found in her was strength. Her questioning too was most unwelcome. Newol didn't care about honor. If he'd have had his way, Erani would have never been challenged. He wasn't the kind to honor a one on one challenge against someone he loved. It was part of the reason why the little voice was clawing at the back of his head. It was why he'd returned to this land. With a deep inhale through his nose, followed by a slow exhale, he spoke in a low and blunt voice that mirrored her own. "Таким образом, это так."

Finally, with a stern gaze, he returned his head to it's upright position. She wanted to know what he felt, so he would let her know. No doubt she saw something to gain from him, that was why she'd stepped on his toes with her comment. So he returned the favor. "I believe that I will follow Erani regardless of what comes to pass. Remember that I was a desert brat." He didn't need a pack to be home. He didn't need a specific place to belong. And if he could make this woman understand one thing about him, it would be that. It was defiance that was next felt in his voice. "Our place of origin is irrelevant. What matters is where we choose to go together." But of course if Erani lost, darkness would fester in his heart. But that was a matter his own. For right now he believed in his mother. He believed she'd win.