She didn't understand what he meant.

Not at first, but he hadn't given her very long to think about it. The quick jerking motion of the blanket being ripped from her body distracted her easily enough, leaving Minn stunned and blinking without quite enough time to entirely protest. In that very short period of time the warmth seemed to flood from the room. And her body. And the conversation. Her bare legs curled up quickly but the fact that her lower half was almost unclothed completely didn't seem to bother her. Being concerned with decency was never the first thing on her mind when she was being threatened.

She listened to his warning quietly, though her teeth ground together as she did so. Minn could hear that hint of spite in his words. The bite, the panic, that little bit of hidden worry that seemed to prod such drastic measurements from people. Was it worry, or hate? Both? Hate for her and hesitance that she might possibly be the one to finally tip the balance he'd achieved by taking something that had never truly been his to begin with? Maybe he was giving her too much credit. It made her wonder, though. How hard had it been to get things to where they currently were for him? Had there been others who resented him for his actions, enough to cause an issue this late in the game? Or at any point, really. At first she'd come home simply because she'd had no where else to turn to. Minn had surprised herself by being so willing to express her feelings on the matter, to defend Otto's broken honor, but now she wanted nothing more than to hear how much Tetradore had struggled. Maybe if he'd suffered for what he'd achieved it might, in some small way, make Otto's death worth it.


Minn wasn't usually so...petty. She could never really bring herself to care enough. Not really. Past was past and she was golden when it came to moving on. You know, brushing things off. But this? ...It just...seemed like everything was out in the open now. Just being here had opened fresh wounds, dug up old feelings - and Tetradore's indifference to it all made her angry. Who the fuck was he to tell her to get over it? That here, in the Ark, Otto's death was history? Maybe... maybe it was. But it still hurt more than she'd ever realized. Minn's lips pursed, goosebumps rising across her skin as she lay there, scrutinizing him. She wanted to argue. To be mad. To tell him she hadn't been welcomed in the first place so it really didn't matter but... she didn't. She just didn't have the energy but it wasn't because of laziness. Not this time. It was something... different.

"I don't want to cause a rebellion," She mumbled with that familiar hint of resentment, fists tightening slightly as she glanced away. It was annoying that he had the whole Alpha thing going for him. She wasn't part of his pack but Minn had always been on the lower half when it came to ranks. The whole dominant, pushy, 'my word is final, I'm in charge' sort of vibe really got annoying but there wasn't any choice but to have that knee jerk reaction to respond to it. "I just wanted to come home." And that had been her mistake. To come home thinking that nothing had changed, that it would have been a good idea to waltz right in here just like she'd done and make herself at home again. Stupid. Stupid stupid... stupid. "But home has changed." Home had slowly bled away with Otto. She'd been a fool to think otherwise.

Was it worth it for her to stay at this point? Could she... live with this change? Truly? Her and Tetradore would never see eye to eye, that much felt certain. That would make staying... hard. Maybe she'd never be able to stop holding Otto's death over his head. And maybe he'd always resent her for bringing up the past. "Just put my things by the door." Sigh. "Because I'm not leaving without my pants."