Home held no image of comfort or safety for Tavin. It was a foreign word that he didn't expect to ever be more then that. But he'd long ago given up on the desire to find it. When he was young that need meant something, it pushed him to try to always make things better. Now he knew that all that really mattered was survival. The location on where they laid their head wasn't the important factor. But for Jerzy he always tried to make sure that wherever they were, was alright. Nothing too dark, nothing too dirty. The kid deserved more then that.
The towers had seemed ideal at first when they got here. The longer they were there though, the more Tavin had to question that. More now then ever given all the people he now knew to be fucking living here.
He had to wonder just how long she'd been here. and how it was he hadn't seen her. It wasn't that he was around the towers all that often but he did have that tendency to want to know everyone that was around him. Better to know the threats ahead of time...and always better to know who was just a wall away from you. Eliina. Jade. They were just two of the many he didn't want Jerzy running across just yet. A move seemed like it was eminent. He'd have to talk to the kid.
About a fucking lot.
"Not enough." Tavin remarked in a tone less then pleased. Much had changed about Tavin through the years, he wasn’t the same as he'd been as a kid. But some traits remained. More then anything to him he wanted family to be alright. To be safe. And thinking her still controlled...it didn't sit well. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Made that urge to pace and growl all that much more prominent. Somehow he remained seated. Just barely. But he didn't push the topic, right now he didn't know if her freedom was anything he could do a damned thing about. Or should for that matter.
A bitter smirk curled his lips at her hiss. One little word but all the emotions were laced within it. "One way to describe them." he had a lot more...colorful ways. His anger towards them would never diminish and each time he found them followed or tracked...he didn't ever let the one trying to gather information get back to his owner. The kill wasn't ever sedating though. It only made him angrier. Always.
"Wouldn't be here otherwise." the only way you got out otherwise was death or being sold. For Tavin he knew his end would have been death if there hadn't been an escape. He'd been already near to it by the time it happened. "No" his answer was short, a sharp sound and yet even if he didn’t trust her at all, he knew it was cruel to leave her wondering. "He's alive." even that was more then he really wanted to give away when it came to Jerzy. But he couldn't not tell her. Tavin was a bastard, no denying that. But even he had some sort of heart left in him.