Eye of the tiger

He seemed rather content to let her ramble on, and she was thankful for that. Not once did he break her angry rant, even though she was pretty sure that her anger was out of line. But thankfully he told her that he hadn't seen them and that they were hopefully smart enough to not come back. Slowly her anger started to vanish, a huge sigh rushing out of her lungs as she started to relax. Finally she looked at him, a tiny smile teasing her lips. At least he wasn't angry with her for hiding this fact, but it wasn't really a big deal, or so she let on. When Valentine asked her what she would have done if they were here, she tensed up a bit and paused. What would she do? Fallen silent as she thought, she shuffled her weight across her paws. He didn't seem to be mad about it, just curious. "I'm not actually sure... I mean they wouldn't have a den to come back to. I erm, kinda destroyed it," she said sheepishly, a blush heating up under her pale cheeks. "I wouldn't question your choice, but I would avoid them like a rotting corpse. And probably warn you that they might be useless and my father might hump all your woman." There was scorn in her words, a bitterness that would not soon be forgotten. In her mind, they had never loved her. She had no idea just how devoted to her they had been. If they had, then her father wouldn't sleep around and her mother would have been content with just her and Revenge. "Maybe scream and yell a bit. Stomp around and act like a child." Mercy shrugged her shoulders, letting out a tired sigh. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, my past isn't something I really bring up... like ever."