Catiel unconsciously tensed up a little. He didn't come here to torture her or anything. No, his reason for being here was something that stung more. Pity. He pitied her. That had to be it. She remembered the times others took pity on her, how they'd give her something to help her out. Those things were always the first things that were taken from her, and the fact they were given to her by the few humans that actually cared enough about her to try to help her... It made it hurt more. "I... I don't need your pity," she denied, voice soft as she tried to bury those thoughts under indifference.