Guilt floods her thoughts as she listens to him speak in that low, disappointed tone. The tone she had always feared from him before, worked so hard to hear the opposite. She had wanted to be different, wanted to be there for him after Blake left, but as he said - she was really no different after all. She’d done exactly what Blake had done, turned her back on him when he needed her the most. But… She couldn’t live that life anymore. Blake had made her realise that the White Fang was on the wrong path, and that Adam wasn’t who they thought he was.

“Don’t pretend to know what my parents would think…” A hint of bitterness is present in her tone as her own fist clenches, her gaze lowering. “I thought we were doing what was right. But… I was wrong. I watched you change, let you change me too. But when you sent us to kill the Belladonnas? Sent us to kill our own people? That’s when I realised how wrong I was.”

She lifts her gaze to meet his once more, her eyes a bright blue as she struggles with her inner turmoil. “And when I saw you were prepared to press that button and kill us all when the plan went wrong? That’s when I realised I was right.”

