( that earns her a snort, short and curt. the growing fondness for a someone who might've actually cared slips away as a reminder of what might've been the catalyst to losing almost everyone he held dear... )

I don't need to listen to anyone to walk the right path.

( or fly it, as it were. with a quick shake of his head, he re-establishes his glare. )

Especially because I don't know who you are, or why you're here.