"I will see."
Her answer is the last thing he had expected. What kind of answers did she want that she had pulled him out of his thoughts and startled him. Little does he know what he had been mumbling out loud, that she had heard him while he had been lost in thoughts. And honestly, after the latest happenings he couldn’t even be sure that this was all real and not something that played off in his mind. All he knows is that he had lost the ability to see again.
For a short second he had felt the anger and bloodlust of the wolf, the wolf that had made him hunt down his friend. Once again the memories hit him at full force, but this time it takes Brynmor only a few seconds before he can collect himself again – during those few seconds he had been out of it, not registering a single thing. Uncomfortable his ears keep twisting, trying to find a balance between using them to express himself and using them to locate their locations. The first thing he registers is the returned, silent threat of the other male. Once again the graying male stumbles backwards, without losing his balance though. He is alert for anything else that Lupei might do, all focussed now on the signs his other senses could tell him.
If she only knew how stupid – or more like crazy actually – he really was. But that is a thing also Brynmor doesn’t know and therefor he relaxes as he hears Zojja speak. It doesn’t last long, as he flinches and backs away another few steps. ”I.. I..” didn’t meant too, but he cannot finish his sentence. He hadn’t meant to expose himself as such, it had been a slip of his tongue, something he still couldn’t really believe himself, something that haunted him. He wouldn’t ever have hurt them, if only Missy hadn’t showed up. As Zojja nears him his muscles tense, not knowing if she came to punish him or with a friendly gesture. It turns out the last and once again Brynmor offers her his own breath in return.
She retreats and then steps forward again and he can only assume she’s at Lupei’s side. In her case have done the same. Without throwing away his alertness he lowers his head a little, unseeing eyes cast down. ”He did. She didn’t.” His voice is barely a whisper, but still loud enough to catch. His heart cries and the sadness, pain and guilt rush over him instantly. First his friend had made him kill her and after his wolf had made him pay for that. But even though his friend had deserved it, he still felt guilty about it. Who was he to judge and sentence to life or death?
"Through your secret."