"What are you--"
"WHY HELP THEM TAKE OLI?! ANSWER THAT QUESTION!!!"
"I never--"
Another fist drilled into Gar's chest, leaving a trail of gnarly cuts and trickling blood. But Rathe's full attention was still on the lynx's pain-stricken face. "WHYYYY?!?!"
"... I don't know what-- FINE!"
As the next punch connected with Gar's side, the lynx recognized that Rathe was unreasonable and his claws and tail failed to deter Rathe's interrogation despite giving Rathe a few glancing cuts.
"I'LL TALK!!"
"THEN TALK!!!"
"IT WAS FOR THE GOOD OF THE CLAN!!" roared Gar, admitting to his treason from long ago. "But they had a king! HOW DID YOU WARD OFF A KING?!?!"
"SHUT UP!!!" Rathe pounded Gar twice more, once in the chest and again in the side. "WHY TREASON!"
"They had a king! How can I disagree with a king's offer?!"
"Then why do it again? DO THEY HAVE ANOTHER KING?!"
"I…"
"SAY IT!!!"
