I'm sorry for the failwait! 500+ words.
The reasons she had given, though sad, were nothing to try and end your own life over. Mothers died eventually, and some fathers were completely inept and generally, when he was involved, they did not last particularly long. Regardless, they were simply things that happened in life. To feel like a worthless being, a potential burden on your pack, was something that was completely mental. Vigilante felt that feelings such as those were things someone could completely control. It took a lot of learning to do it, and confidence was completely necessary, but it was no reason to try and kill yourself. Those were reasons to push forward in life to feel important and accomplished, to make one's self better than ever imagined before. It was entirely possible.
Falling in love, however, was a much more delicate subject. Though it would possibly shock some, the malamute mix was not at all alarmed when she mentioned falling in love. His nieces and nephew had been very young when he had last seen them, but not young enough to not show their futures. One of his nieces had always seemed partial to other women, never interested in the young males in the pack. The shaking woman did not specify whether the woman she had fallen in love with was a leader of her pack or the leader of another pack, and unfortunately, he could not even try to make an educated guess. He did not know this woman's name, nor what pack she was from, and he was far from educated on the happenings and leaders of packs other than his own.
"I cannot claim to be an expert on the art of love," he began, trying to decide how he wanted to word his argument against what the woman had done to herself. Vigilante did not believe she had really wanted to die. If she had, she would have done it in a different way, likely a faster way. A painful death was not something anyone ever wanted for themselves, and this woman had obviously been in an incredible amount of pain before he had forced the salty water down her throat. "But if you feel that you love her, then is that not enough to live for?" It sounded decent enough, but he did not know if she would understand his meaning. Life was too short not to give all the love you could once you found it. He could never do that, he suspected, because he would always be tied to his sister's death and the guilt behind it, even if he did find someone to love him, and for him to love in return.
His muddied green eyes settled on her face, so pained as it seemed, studying her features intently. His grip on her shoulders stayed firm as he lifted her up a little more so that his face was closer to hers. "Death is not a pretty thing, and it is not something to take lightly. Your life is too precious to give up, whether you see that right now or not. Find something to do to channel your feelings of being a burden. Make peace with your mother's death; it is important. Your father deserves nothing more than a painful end for trying to kill his own daughter." The last bit was said in the same calm, quiet tone he had begun to use, but there was an anger there, obvious in his words. "Live your life. It is worth it."