Ron
She wasn't wrong. He did know. Ron just didn't want to acknowledge it right now. He didn't want to break down, didn't want to show that weakness in front of Shinobu of all people. Still, she had a point. His eyes followed her movements, his instincts torn between appreciation and wariness as previous experiences gave him great cause for both. His words caught in his throat, and his teeth grit inside his mouth.
"... I'd be an idiot not to be afraid." The werewolf swallowed, but refused to pull away. "But if I gave up just because I'm afraid then I might as well be dead already. I was born in this damned city. I've been afraid my entire life. Becoming this was supposed to mean I didn't have to be afraid anymore."
Not that he'd chosen this, it'd just happened. But for a while he'd convinced himself he was more dangerous than he actually was. And then he lost someone else again. His body trembled, whether in pain or in rage he wasn't sure.
"That I wouldn't have to just accept that, hey, the world is full of monsters and they're going to kill people you know and there's nothing you can fucking do it about it!" He glared right back into those golden eyes. "So no, that didn't work out and I'm terrified. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up."
