Kaleeth was quiet as she listened to Janius. His words were kind and compassionate, but for the longest time, even after he finished speaking, she did not raise her gaze off of the floor. Almost a minute passed before she looked up at him with tears in her eyes...and baring her teeth. "No!" She shouted, pulling away from Janius and standing up to face him. 

"You keep saying that. You keep saying I am so strong, and brave, and everything else. But it's not true! I'm not brave; I'm not strong. I'm not good enough, Janius. You know it is true. I was never a really skilled hunter, or a skilled fighter, and I'm definitely not a skilled lycan. I got through training as a hunter because my egg-brother helped me, I survived my trial because I was lucky, I killed the wamasu because you were there to hold it down. I couldn't do any of that on my own. Maybe one day I can be strong, but I am not strong now. I can't fight in your war; if I do, I will die. Janius...I don't want someone to tell me lies about how great I am, I want someone who cares enough to be honest, who will tell me how many mistakes I am making. That's how father was. He never let any of my mistakes go; he always told me where I was doing wrong, so I wouldn't do it again. I would have died without him. I just wish you cared enough to do the same. If I don't die in this place, you and Meesei can keep teaching me control, then...I don't know." She said before abruptly stopping and walking over to the other side of the bed. She laid down, facing away from Janius, and said nothing more. She was done talking.