Not exactly what I had in mind

His eyes widened at the boys words, his breath catching in his throat. It felt like the air was being choked out of his lungs. His body stumbled somewhat from the shock, as he shook his head back and forth with vigor. He understood that the man has pleaded for death, but for Levi to tell him that he felt no remorse was something totally different. And these 'herbs'... Bass wasn't daft. He knew that they were drugs. Suddenly the man stood tall, lips pulling back as a growl left his body. He shook, unsure of what emotion was coursing through his body. "Damn right you're sick." He spat, hackles standing on end. "To take someone's life without feeling anything... is monstrous. How can I know that if you stay, that Abaven will be safe? To allow you to take your drugs?" Bass took a few steps closer to the boy, standing over him. "I took you in and tried to raise you with Quelt and the others. What happened to you Levi? This is not something that I expected of you, not at all!" Honestly Bass was quite unsure on what he should be feeling at the moment. All these different emotions coursed through his body -- the loss of his wife and now this? He had just accepted everything and felt like for once, everything was in its place. But no, the fates had something else planned for him. In every way Bass was being tested, and the Azat was unsure how to handle it.

The ruler tried to calm himself, taking in deep breaths as his back arched like an angered cat. So much was running through his head that he felt like running away from all of this. But being the Alpha, he could not. He didn't know what to think, and he needed to talk to Motif. He couldn't handle this right now, but knew that the boy was looking for some sort of comfort. Bass let out a shuttering sigh, his golden eyes shutting out the word as he tried to calm himself. "Sorry... give me a moment." He said, trying to give them both a moment to collect their thoughts.