Lengthy conversations often failed Gabriel. He had no patience for people, no need for them. He could speak to his mother for periods of time but would then shun her, believing their business done. The best conversations he had were often in silence. This was why he liked Snake. Even though a small part of him was still repulsed by the things Hybrid did (and had done) he found that his former brother-in-law was most agreeable company. There was purpose in what they did, even if they did not speak for more than a few moments during those times. Patrol, hunt, kill, fight. Gabriel believed this was how simple Hybrid was, and he liked this quality about him.
A bubbling noise that sounded like a crow startled him. She was laughing. Laughing with contempt. For an instance, and only an instance, he was reminded of his father. The she-wolf had lost one and gained another. There was something bitterly egalitarian about that, and it made the corners of his mouth twitch. “God is cruel,” he offered indifferently. “Sometimes He takes. Sometimes He makes us live.” Give him a daughter but leave him doubting if his son was alive. Rape his mother rather than kill her. Destroy Gabriel from the inside out and then leave him in silence.
Oh yes, God was cruel.
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