"broken ribs and a broken neck is more painful and Ive had multiple broken ribs and my neck has been snapped more than once. Why do you think I go to a chiropractor?" she said smirking"She was telling you to not attack Wolf. Besides, deserved or not, broken wrists are painful." He said, shrugging.
( XD )
Misty nodded at River then looked back at WolframRiver watched him, her face emotionless. "Get up." She growled. "I rather disagree with that, you've earned yourself a worthiness over the last few days so stop calling yourself worthless, kid." She said, before cracking a grin. "If you don't, I'm sending a ticked off Lachlan onto your tail."
(hehehe :3)(Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I can't. Misty is such a good mom ;-; )
Wolfram ripped his hand out of hers, feet frantically trying to push himself further into the caves wall. Hard stone pressed harshly against his wound, sending ripples of pain through his body. "N-no! Get away from me!" He snarled, fear obvious in his voice. "I don't need you to tell me what I'm worth and what I'm not, because the answer is right in front of you, nothing! And anyone who says otherwise is blinder then....then a eyeless dog." He snatched his knife out of his pocket, the blade hovering over his wrist for half a heartbeat, before raising it slightly, pointing the blade towards Misty, as if daring her to take another step. "You are just telling me lies. Lie after lie, that's what my entire life has been! Lies and betrayal...I bought every lie they sold to me...I made them rich by buying there lies and deceit....I'm broken and worthless in every way, and you telling me otherwise is a flat out lie!"
Misty grabbed his arm as he ripped his hand from hers and pulled him up on his feet.
"Wolfram." She growled
"If you're worth nothing then I'm worth less than nothing, a traitor never deserves anything, not even their own life, and I was a traitor. A blind dog can still see through his nose sweetie, nothing is completely blind unless it lost all of its senses." She watched him carefully as he threatened to cut himself then he pointed the blade at her throat. Her gaze flickered down to the blade then back up to his and she took a step forward, the tip of the blade now directly on her throat. A drop of scarlet blood seeped through her skin and dripped down her throat.
"Wolfram. They say to never argue with someone who believes their own lies, but the most dangerous lies are those you tell yourself. I know this first hand. If Im pressing your own knife against my throat what does that mean to you? Does it mean I care or does it mean I hate you and I want to continue lying to you? Answer carefully."
