[fang's push surprises vanille, causing her to stumble back into the wall. she hisses when her body makes impact against the concrete, and downright snarls as she regains her footing.

the confusion caused by accusations of events vanille has yet to experience for herself angers her even more. yes, they have established that their timelines are slightly askew... but they've never really resolved what that meant for either of them. the tension in the room right now really doesn't help to quell things.

it's probably a good thing that they had moved from vanille's old wooden shack after fang had turned, because it definitely wouldn't have survived with two fired up—literally—gargoyles. she surges forward, propelled by her wings, then sinks her claws into fang's shoulder... right above her old brand. there is literal fire in vanille's eyes as she almost roars,]

I haven't made those decisions yet! Have you forgotten that the world's moved on without me while I've been stuck in this living hell?!

[her grip on fang's shoulder tightens.]

Besides... besides, we were responsible for all those deaths, and we're still responsible for them now! If this really is how I reacted in the future, why didn't you stay by my side?!