It didn't bother him, the way his father treated him because it was just the way his father was. He didn't care, because the pale faced lion treated most of his off-spring the same way and he knew he had siblings out there that he had never even met. He considered himself lucky to even garner his father's attention because it at least meant he cared, even if it was in a twisted sort of way.
"Helping is what I do," he told her as cheerfully as he could, a large smile on his lips. "Remember crying just means that you're feeling something, it's natural," he told her raising his eyebrows as he spoke, lips pressing together in thought.
"That would be nice, but either way does not bother me," he shrugged. "Life is not kind, but it is the individuals that you meet that make it nice," he commented as he turned away from her. His job had been done, he had helped her like he had intended to. There was nothing left for him to do than to let her go on her way.
