He does seem to agree with me, my lips curling up into a wry smirk at the thought of him and his cat interacting. I bet it would be something to watch. Perhaps some day I'll get to see it. To my comment about revenge, he offers a new perspective, one that has me tilting my head in contemplation before I meet his gaze again.

"Then why would you choose to lose parts of yourself? If you've worked so hard to become this person, why willingly choose such a dark path?"

Genuine interest coats my blue eyes as I wait for his answer. I'm not like most people, judging someone for their choices and scolding them for not making better ones. I'm still trying to understand hte world I live in and the parts that everyone plays in them, including myself. Knowing what could make someone choose revenge over letting it go is just another puzzle piece that could help me understand better. Curiosity is my weakness and my passion. It's the only thing that can ever override the fear.

Concern flits across my expression as I let him know what could happen if he keeps going on this path. Even though we still barely know each other, I still ache at the thought of him getting himself hurt and not being able to come back from it. He has proven himself to be trustworthy and a good ally and I don't want to lose that security so soon. His words that tell me he has seen worse causes my lips to scowl as my brow furrows in deeper concern. That fact that he's not helping my conscious is obvious.

He runs his hand over his face and I recognize the gesture as exhaustion, my gaze falling to the floor in shame that I have kept him here so long for my selfish desire for company. When he laughs, my gaze jumps back up to him, the wheels in my head spinning once more as I contemplate how to reply. I know this time that he's not really calling me Trixie cause he knows what my name is so instead I focus on the latter part of the question. I shrug lightly.

"Well if you ever need me, I'll come. It's not like I have anything else to do..."

My voice trails off, my gaze dropping once more. Yes, I'm a boring person with no life and no job. No friends save Davante himself and Raven to keep me company. There's Tobias when he feels the inclination but otherwise I have to find other ways to occupy myself. I should probably be more productive by now but I just have to gain the nerves to step into a cafe and ask for a job.

My expression softens, this power being the biggest gift I could ever want for myself since I've always just wanted to help others in any way possible. I shift my weight from side to side, hoping she decides to trust me. It's not every day that I come across another werefox after all.

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