The force of the slap caused Nova's head to jerk to the side, popping a few vertebrae like one would pop their knuckles.  A few seconds passed before Nova turned his head around to face the direction of the voice.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that REALLY isn't completely my fault.  In fact, if SOME of your little parasitic weeds wasn't such an asshole," Nova paused to glare daggers at the purple flower in question; "Then neither Lenger nor his fur would have been scorched.  But since you've<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">brainwashed</span></span>Lenger to the point where the 'need' to protect his<span style="font-style: italic">'friends'</span>overrides his goddamn sense of self-preservation, I couldn't have avoided it even if I tried."<br/><br/>Nova turned one of his hands upside-down and raised his middle finger towards the voice's direction of origin, "So yeah,<span style="font-weight: bold">fuck you</span>, you damn parasitic collection of<span style="font-style: italic">weeds</span>!  It's your own damn fault that Lenger left; it's your own damn fault that Lenger got injured; and it's your own damn fault that you're using a poor boy and his mother as FOOD."