Askan thought little of her show of teeth. He knew she wouldn't do anything, that she didn't have the nerve or strength to turn her fighting words into actions. She could look down on him and his rag-tag family as much as she wanted, it didn't mean anything in the end. She was a loner, what did she know about packs? Jack shit, otherwise she wouldn't be in this mess.
But then she went onto explain, or rather bitch about how she'd been coddled and bla bla bla. Was it so bad to be loved? Valued? Her complaints were like a ringing noise in his ear that steadily got louder and louder until it was unbearable. Bo-fucking-who, at least her family were alive and well. And what, they didn't treat her the way she wanted to she had run away? Just as Askan had all those months ago. It was too much, they had too much in common. It was almost as though he was looking at a reflection of himself in a body of water, but it was distorted by the ripples on the surface, just enough to make them distinguishable from one another.
Had he really been so bratty? Such a piss baby? And worst of all, was he still one? He would have shuddered at the thought, but he didn't. Shit like that wasn't for public show.
Instead, Askan rolled his eyes in the most condescending way possible. He was a hypocrite through and through, and so what? He knew it, it was all he had these days.
"Is that it? Is that why you left home? Really? You abandoned your family because they weren't treating you how you wanted and rather than trying to work it out, you just gave up on them? Idiot. You'll miss them so fucking much when they're gone and you won't be able to take the shitty things you said back. It'll leave you feeling so fucking miserable that I-" He sucked in a raspy breath as his words tumbled to a stop.
Oh no. Oversharing much.