Nit stood there in an almost trance-like state, as if trying to process all the things Scarlet was saying. They almost seemed to feel contrite, given the fact they teased Axe without knowing her story. That was expressed by their non-changing expression throughout Scarlet's vent. They could definitely point out the parts that stood out to them most if given the chance.  Clearly daunted by the severity of these situations, Nit felt like saying something in response.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">... Oh, you're done? Cool.</span>" No "I'm sorry that happened", no "I feel pretty bad", not even a "damn". In fact, it could be argued that Nit cancelled out Scarlet's entire monologue all together."<span style="font-family: courier;">Yeah, sure, sure, I'll... be nice. Yeah."</span>If that phrase did not convey their  causticness, their tone definitely did- that same droning and bullying smugness that clearly expressed how little they cared. Immediately after they spoke, Nit slipped up to the pig on the table, eye hungry and gullet pleading. They kneeled on the table's seat, looking just about ready to swallow up their prey, except they did not start right off the bat. They gave Scarlet this peculiar gaze that could not be read very well. It seemed like a mix of annoyance, boredom, and hardheartedness.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Listen,</span>" Nit began, a cold undertone in their speech. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I couldn't care less... if someone had their parents... murdered, dog... eaten by wolves, sibling... becoming a drug... addict, and they suffer... from clinical depression. The past is... in the past. It shouldn't... matter to anyone no ma... tter how sad it was unless... it's a precedent for... their daily lives.</span>" They felt no real remorse from spewing these icy words freezing enough to solidify a dragon's breath into ice.. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Perseverance is... something that imbeciles don't... practice so that they... can forever wallow in their... sorrows. It's a gift, straight... out of life's pocket, that... they don't want but... need. If Axe wants... 'good for her, durr', she'd... grow a pair and stop... throwing temper tantrums for... stupid reasons. Especially just... because an <span style="font-style: italic">alarm clock</span> just so... happens to hate... anime. I like her, but... sometimes she's just... Uuurgh. Some... psychology expert<span style="font-style: italic"> you </span>are.</span>"<br/><br/>Grumpily, Nit began gnawing on the side of the dead animal, biting off a good chunk of it as if it were an apple. They ate steadily despite their growing appetite and typically rushed manner of consumption, but it just went to show how aggravated they were at the time. Nit focused pretty heavily on stuffing their belly with pork, trying their hardest to forget Scarlet was even there. They cared not about the potential consequences of speaking their mind except maybe obliterating their chances of being with Axe, but even then they were not sure if that would necessarily be bad per se.