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Levee hurried out of his den, his eyes scanning the camp for Avette, but he knew his second well enough to know that she would be as far away from camp as she could get so long as Shae was there. He let out a frustrated sigh as he hurried out of camp, tracking her too familiar scent. She had stormed out and gotten a head start as he had been finishing his conversation with Alastor and his… whatever he considered Shae to be. He was no fool, he knew there was something Avette knew that he didn’t but he couldn’t just out right ask her in front of the two of them without starting some kind of fight that he wasn’t prepared for. Of course the stubborn she-cat would run off without giving him a chance to explain, and it to him at least, displayed the lack of faith she had in his judgement. Lucky for him, he knew exactly where he could find her, even if finding her lavender scent wasn’t as easy as breathing to him. He still hated it, the taste of it filling his mouth, and nearly making him sick. But in this moment he had never been more grateful for it.
"You shouldn't have followed me, Leviathan." Her words were not simply cold; they were frosty. She had been staring across the border for more than a handful of minutes. Ocassionally, she had rose and paced. Other times, she just sat and stared, gaze glossed over, across the horizon. This was one of those times, the moments of looking across the horizon. She didn't turn her head towards him, and other than the fact her ear had flicked upon the sounds of his footsteps, she didn't recognize his appearance at all physically. Under normal circumstances, this would have been odd; Avette always dipped her head to him. This was not a normal circumstance, though. This was one where she was angry, where the betrayal was still raw under her skin. This, Avette, is why you shouldn't let cats close to you. Even if she hadn't shouted from the rooftop that Shae was a problem, she had shown him every sign not to let her in. Still, he allowed her to join. He, the tom who had witnessed the visceral realities of what her family had done to her merely a week before when he woke her from her nightmare. "You made your decision earlier, and I have nothing to say. It is clear that I have overstayed my welcome, and I plan to be out by morning. My only request is that you give me until then as to tell others proper goodbyes."
His pace didn't change as she addressed him. Keeping in stride he walked around to face his Archbishop, he could tell by her stiff posture she was angry with him, heck anyone with eyes could see that. But, there was something different about Levee's behavior as well. No soft purr rumbled in his chest, and there was no trace of amusement in his expression. Instead of their usual warmth his eyes were as cold as her tone. "Clearly I made the right call to follow you because you nearly walked right out of our territory." Despite his expression his voice remained calm but his tail lashes once in annoyance behind him. "Do you really have such little faith in me that you think I would make a decision you didn't like without reason? That I wouldn't ask for your opinion on the matter in private? You were the one who blindsided me and put me on the spot remember? Granted I could of handled the situation a bit better but I expect my Archbishop to be able to control herself under pressure. I'm not the enemy here Avette, and you're going anywhere until we talk about this."
Her entire body tensed as he scolded her like a child as fury echoed through the front of her skull. She felt her control of her blinding anger lessen, and it took all of her might not to sink her claws into his flesh. She could picture it, and there was a small voice in her head that chided her to snap, to show him how good she was under pressure. Her eye twitched as she fought to focus herself away from her anger. Concentrate, Avette. Focus. You can do this. It took her another moment before she could let out a sigh that was followed by the forced relaxation of her shoulders. It was in her best interest not to slice the MoonClan Cardinal's eye out, so before she did, she had to calm down. She took another deep breath, before finally turning her head towards him.
"Your territory means nothing to me at the expense of my own safety and mental health. If you wish to play in the devil's playground, that is your choice. I lived this before. I won't again." Her tail trashed once against the earth. "I have no faith in fools. The faith I had in you was misplaced." She turned her head back to gaze in front of her. She would need another moment to respond to his next set of words. "It isn't a matter of like or dislike, Leviathan." The words were a low growl. "But I suppose that there's no point in explaining that to you, since it's my fault anyways, hmm?" Her lips twitched into a wry smile. "Your cruelty is astounding. Pressure, Leviathan? You think the admittance of my favorite aunt into the single place I've ever felt safe is pressure?" Her voice was rising, and her body trembled slightly as she fought to control her anger. Breathe, Avette. You have to calm down. "Pressure is when there is a border conflict and you have to immediately diffuse it before it breaks into regional warfare along territory lines. Pressure is figuring out how to last herb stores through green cough. This, you allowing one of my living nightmares into my place of residency without even taking a moment to speak to me before you gave even a conditional acceptance, this is not pressure. This is psychological warfare."
"You didn't even give me a moment to talk to you about before you brought them right into my den." She spoke through clenched teeth. "You're so quick to point the blame at me for not knowing the whole story when you're the one telling it." His tail lashed again, as he fought the urge to race his claws down his own face in frustration. He was no longer sitting, the black and white tom pacing back and forth in front of the gray and white she cat as he swallowed the growl that threatened to rise in his throat. "Cruel?" He almost laughed out right at the accusation. "I've never been cruel to you Avette, trust me if I were you'd be long gone by now." He took a moment to let out a sigh, his shoulders visibly slumping in the process.
"If you honestly, think that I would everlet any harm come to you from anyone then I'm sorry Avette but you are the fool and you clearly don't know me." It only lasted a second but, pain briefly flashed in the cardinal's eyes before it was once more replaced by anger. Levee -- no Leviathan was the last cat to speak of family, aside from his sister who had recently vanished without a trace or warning he had no family to speak of. The last time he saw his parents he was hardly three moons old, clinging to a tree trunk for dear life as he and Abaddon watched muddy brown water ripped them and the rest of their litter-mates away from them. "We aren't at war with each other Avette, and my intent was never to hurt you, and you may not know me, but I know you. I know you're stronger than this." He frowned stopping to meet her gaze, his voice broken and hollow as if though he already accepted he lost this battle. "My words may mean little to you now but, I wouldn't make this choice recklessly. It's good to to keep your friends close, but your enemy closer."
"You will sit." Avette's tone suggested that this was not a request, but an order. It was strange and off-brand for her to give an order to him, but she felt pressured. His motion behind her was diverting her attention from controlling her anger, and if he kept pacing, she was afraid he would distract her too much. Selene had led her paws to MoonClan, but perhaps the goddess hadn't given Levee the proper warning about what it took to have a deputy that wasn't the most stable. Perhaps if she had, Levee would better understand the visceral reaction that the feline sometimes had. Although she was smart, although she was wickedly talented at what she did, although she was groomed practically from birth to one day lead, she was a ticking time bomb. Her fuse was short, even when she was lit, the explosions were nuclear.
She made no comment about his response to her accusation of cruelty, or anything in his first selection of words. She didn't feel they needed a response. Whether or not she had a moment to talk to him before didn't matter. He should have noticed her tells, thanked Shae for her time, and had Alastor, or better yet, a Bishop, babysit her until Avette had a chance to explain her reservation. If he didn't think she deserved the basic respect of this process, that reflected more on him than on her. Instead, she focused on the next set of words.
"You don't know me, either, Leviathan." Her voice broke slightly, the first time it sounded anything other than angry. Below the surface of her anger, you see, was a river of hurt, a sea of bad memories, a tempest of things she wanted to forget. Avette had trusted Levee in a way that she had never trusted a cat before. This betrayal of her trust, then, was personal. "That's the point. You don't know me, you don't know my family, you don't know all of the things that make cats like us tick." She shuddered; how could she articulate that the blood that rushed through her veins was poisoned? She looked away from him for a moment, back at the sky. She took a breath, before centering herself.
"You say that I don't know you if I think you would let her harm me." She repeated his own words back to him, her shoulders slumped slightly. "You say you didn't intend to hurt me. You don't know the story, Leviathan. Have you seen me react this way to anything else that has happened here? Did you see me react this way when Selene planted the voices in my head? When she made me see phantoms, or whatever god awful things I see any time I'm too close to the waterfall? No. It's because this is different."
She shut her eyes for a long moment, bracing herself for the words she was about to say. He'd never understand unless she told him, right? She felt her stomach turn. "The day you found me by the water, the day you found me in the midst of a nervous breakdown. I was having a night terror, a flashback to the day my sister died. Jynx was a monster. He felt that Abrine wasn't coming along far enough in her training. She was smaller, sickly, unable to keep up with the training he had for us after we left the League. He said she was useless, weak. We traveled to Absum Lux to my aunt. She was the general of the group for the first of three times." Her voice was soft, and she sounded distant. "It was not the first time Jynx had employed her in our training, she had never been further than an arm's reach whenever he needed assistance or target practice, but it was the most important time."
She paused for a moment as she let out a faint sigh to convince herself to keep going. "Jynx told us we would both be fighting Shae, and that we were not to lose. If we lost, there would be... consequences." She had to pause again, going deeper and deeper into her mind. It was a dark place when she went that deep. "Shae is a masochist. She's terrible in combat, and purposely so. It is hard to lose to a cat like that." There was a wry smile on her face. "I was able to defeat Shae. Abrine was not." Her entire body trembled at the memory that accompanied her story. Shae had begged Abrine to give it her best shot. Begged her to land a few good blows. Abrine couldn't even do that and the ...." her voice cracked again on the next word "consequences were more ... dire than we could have ever anticipated." Perhaps it was unfair of Avette to shift the blame. After all, it was her own claw that snuffed her sister's fire out. Still, Shae knew what was going to happen. She could have protected Abrine. She could have acted like it hurt worse. She could have given Avette a warning. She could have had mercy on a duo of ten moon olds. Out of all of the things that Shae had done, and there was a laundry list of things that Shae had done, not to be mistaken, this was the one thing that Avette had never forgiven her for.
"I would have told you that, if you had respected me enough to give me time. All I needed was five minutes, Leviathan," her voice was almost ... pleading. The Archbishop was cracking, and cracking quickly. "All I needed was to tell you what was really on the line. All I needed was to tell you what she did to me. What she caused to happen. Just that. I didn't even need to tell you.... that she's destructive. That she was caught in the fire for a reason.... That everything she touches dies.... I just needed to tell you how she hurt me... But you didn't let me...." She was making less and less sense as she talked, as the entirety of her ached. "You say I'm stronger than this..... but I don't know that I am."
