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His question about her reason for being here was ill-founded—Snake hadn't known why he had come here either, at first. When he had run away from his parents he had nowhere to go, so he followed his mother's stories of a place where they had once lived. It was merely chance that he had come across Inferni's borders first, and more so that he had been accepted into the coyote clan and allowed to live there and become who he was now. Usually the reasons why were not as important—the end was the only justification.
Snake returned his olive-colored gaze to her when she gave little more than a snort to his own words—it was not something that he was offended by, as he could sense her tone in the action. And he tried his hardest to keep up with her as she spoke, but his own mind usually moved a slower pace. Not to mention that the names and the concepts that she threw out there were things that he had not heard of—Laruku, Rachias, Arkham, Andrezej, Astaroth, stuff about being wolves, hybrids, coyotes. Eventually he accepted that his understanding was not very important, and what was was the conflict that she must feel. He could see it as she nervously store at the fur along her knee, and hear it in her tone. And as he watched this motion something gave a painful twinge in the back of his mind. Without any conscious thought his hand shot out, catching hers from doing any more damage. As said, any destructive act toward oneself—even one so trivial—was something that Snake couldn't bear to see occur. After pausing to make sure that whatever impulse causing this left the dark-furred woman, he let go and returned to how he was.
"I'm sorry," he said, universally, not bothering to narrow it down to any specific happening or action. "Sometimes, though, it doesn't matter. In my experience, who your parents are only go so far. Family, it's only a contribution—it controls nothing." He said this on the presumption that she was having some type of identity crisis in relation to her parents. It was strange to him, as he put very little stock in blood family to begin with, but Snake didn't mind attempting to empathize... even though it was usually a failure.
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His question about her reason for being here was ill-founded—Snake hadn't known why he had come here either, at first. When he had run away from his parents he had nowhere to go, so he followed his mother's stories of a place where they had once lived. It was merely chance that he had come across Inferni's borders first, and more so that he had been accepted into the coyote clan and allowed to live there and become who he was now. Usually the reasons why were not as important—the end was the only justification.
Snake returned his olive-colored gaze to her when she gave little more than a snort to his own words—it was not something that he was offended by, as he could sense her tone in the action. And he tried his hardest to keep up with her as she spoke, but his own mind usually moved a slower pace. Not to mention that the names and the concepts that she threw out there were things that he had not heard of—Laruku, Rachias, Arkham, Andrezej, Astaroth, stuff about being wolves, hybrids, coyotes. Eventually he accepted that his understanding was not very important, and what was was the conflict that she must feel. He could see it as she nervously store at the fur along her knee, and hear it in her tone. And as he watched this motion something gave a painful twinge in the back of his mind. Without any conscious thought his hand shot out, catching hers from doing any more damage. As said, any destructive act toward oneself—even one so trivial—was something that Snake couldn't bear to see occur. After pausing to make sure that whatever impulse causing this left the dark-furred woman, he let go and returned to how he was.
"I'm sorry," he said, universally, not bothering to narrow it down to any specific happening or action. "Sometimes, though, it doesn't matter. In my experience, who your parents are only go so far. Family, it's only a contribution—it controls nothing." He said this on the presumption that she was having some type of identity crisis in relation to her parents. It was strange to him, as he put very little stock in blood family to begin with, but Snake didn't mind attempting to empathize... even though it was usually a failure.