Death By Irony

"Okay. I think we'll go back to talking," Cass said, and although she appeared calm, a twitch had started up in her right eye. Being around Fordren was not conducive to learning control; his mental invasion had been the final straw. Anything to keep him out of her brain was preferable, even the bloody dancing. The only thing worse than talking to a cartoon character was a cartoon character smashing her mental defenses in order to correct her. The barrier was something she'd learn to do herself; Cass had long-running issues with teachers who didn't regard her as a person of equal status. Fordren, unfortunately, fell into that category. No - he embodied that category. Give that category arms and legs, and it'd be Fordren.

Running her tongue over her teeth, which needed brushed in a serious way, Cass glared ahead of her. How could he think storming into her mind would result in anything other than total fury? Were all angels this dense? The Universe was doomed. In a bid to keep him away from prying at her, mentally or otherwise, she practically threw a question at him - and once again managed to spur her muscles to move faster yet. "How long have you actually been around humans?" The derision was muted, though still there, probably hinting at her estimation of not long enough to understand the first sodding thing about them.

Trying to help? That was the problem! She hadn't asked for his help. She didn't want his help. He acted like he was the oracle of knowledge and such a pathetic, primitive animal like herself should be grateful for all the crumbs of intelligence he charitably donated to her. Then when she did ask him something, he evaded it. How was Cass supposed to react? Thank him for taking care of such a dumb creature, and grovel for having asked a basic question? No. Whatever he thought of her, however stupid and uncivilised he considered her to be, she wouldn't do what he told her.

She lifted her branch and threw it, a good overarm throw like a Neanderthal hunter with a spear. It crashed through some moderately high branches and eventually hit the ground ahead. She'd hoped it would make her feel better. It didn't.

"I thought I'd give you the chance to talk so you wouldn't storm into my mind uninvited," Cass said, but her voice was strained and full of repressed anger. "What I think is none of your business. I don't care if you know all there is to know about my power, I didn't f**king ask you to teach me." Why was she still walking with him, anyway? It had been an automatic reaction, given how she'd slain a creature and fed it to him, to simply leave the woods together. As if she'd really be better off with someone like him at her side. She could kill people with her brain. There was no reason to tolerate him a second longer.

Decidedly, she peeled away from her path, still taking a northeasterly route but a markedly different one. True, she was the one with the compass, but the God of All Knowledge would naturally know how to navigate himself out of there. "Go back to your home planet," she called over her shoulder, face grim. "And stay the hell offa mine."