If Heyel ever got something right, it is that this world is rampant with fools. He speaks of his daughter but I pay little heed to her; my eyes barely waver from him as she moves to and fro. I merely tilt my head sligthly, ignorant to his patronizing words. "Try as you might," I begin, my voice flat, "but it is not you that can decide what tortures they will witness." Perhaps there is a threat in there. Perhaps not. My voice remains flat and listless; I only learn that he sees his children as something precious. That preciousness - that view - can be used against him. Yes, this world is full of fools.
I remain steadfast in my position as he commands his child away. He begins to speak and yet, he moves through the motions of his life it seems. I wonder why it is he feels the need to tell me such things. I suppose one could say I lack empathy in this regard. Did he not survive his childhood? Is he not alive now? So, anything he has witnessed or performed ought to have made him stronger, not weaker. Does he submit to this Zeus wolf? Does he see this tragedy as a reason to act without thought? Hidden from his father... it is not so uncommon. Fear is fear no matter the source.
My eyes flash momentarily to the child as she bounds towards us; I take note of her, sure to remember her scent and appearance lest it become useful in the future. Sif. Her sister is missing - Innana - and so, I wonder if Dieloch's hopeless attempts at decimating a bloodline is through a belief that they have some part in this. It matters not for soon, Innana shall be found. I believe I shall take her on as an apprentice of sorts. Zeltzin has shown me enough healing to keep the girl close, and I have no doubt in Hadrian's allegiance to his blood if not me. Beneath the two of us, she will be a good thing to keep close. Children may be born for many reasons and yet, they often become bargaining chips no matter the logic of their conception.
"Minimum caput tuum," I state to myself - keep your head low - in response to his claims of fighting for some fool of a loner, and yet, I am curious too to see if this Angel language will spur some response. Has he forgotten which bloodline lays claim to the shore? Do I not reek like some vial, full blooded creature spawned from Heyel himself? It is in my voice, my face, my very eyes and yet, he seeks to grovel at the paws of a wolf who would otherwise seek to taste that very blood.
He claims, however, that he did not know such a wolf was Zeus himself. It makes my brow rise in inquiry, my lips taut in silence for some moments as he concludes this story. "It is not myself I fear for," I state, my eyes drifting towards the location that his daughter had left in, "are you so shortsighted? They will not seek revenge through me. They will find it in your children, your mate, your wellbeing. They will find it through you and yet, you would expect your pack or your leader to protect you from your own consequences. Such is the way of your kind." His kind being those without respect for the natural order of things. He surely sees me as a simple creature used to protect and guard despite the actions of those that pledge allegiance to Glorall and yet, such is not the case. I only protect those that have a purpose for such protection. Why, then, should I seek to protect a wolf who would otherwise bring Diveen knocking on our borders without consulting the very leader that will be required to clean up his mess?
"Tell me," I pause for a moment, my head slowly lolling towards its opposite axis as I take a short step forward, "why I should continue to protect you and your kin while you seek to aid those in direct conflict with Diveen, knowingly or not? They surely reeked of the ravines even as they fought so unfairly, yes?"