The stranger's words held a decent meaning behind them, not only a simple pick-me-up, sickening can-do attitude this was a woman that had lived through the wars, suffered terrible fates and somehow found her life turning out better. The blunt addition as well perhaps was better than some chipper comment though evening sharing and caring wasn't going to get through to Soliloquy now.
He was of course ashamed of what had happened to him but more than that the man was disgusted of the fact he had now helped to drag the Destruction name through the dirt, had let down his family completely. He'd never shown the signs of being a particularly committed family man but somehow despite being far from perfect they had won him over. They had been torn apart, and now only allowed to be pieced back together because Valentine had chosen, not because Soliloquy had saved them.
"Go tell it to someone who cares." Soliloquy grumbled in response, though the hoarse voice not used for quite some time didn't carry the power behind it. His life couldn't be saved, he'd committed himself to that already and no stranger would change that fact. There was perhaps only one wolf in the world that stood a chance of talking some sense into the stubborn man but Scorpion was nowhere to be found.
