"Dispel or bumble through it like a savage beast. . ." Travis couldn't pinpoint whether the individual that hunted him had been of Magical origin or simply a Human who had been unluckily lucky. Either way, tenacity and adrenaline at the right moments could always be the deciding factor of a bullish charge into something. "I'll be fine. . . I'm a Hunter, the wilds is what I know even when in a civilized place. It is where my freedom has always been since the moment they decided to lock me in a cage, to make it well aware that 'My freedom is not my own'." He clawed at what he could get and he couldn't deny that being distant, being away, it afforded him the lack of having watchful or prying eyes pinned on his every move. He didn't respond to her stance on him not being able to do alone, to him there had been a difference between inability and inevitability. The latter being the reason that the idea of 'alone' felt far more proper.
Slapping away someone's goodwill attempt had been disrespectful and rude and while he couldn't agree to it within himself he also couldn't find the heart or mental capacity to dash her attempts on the ground as if they'd been worthless. "I'll give it some thought. . . Okay? But this isn't a promise of me agreeing to it." That much needed to be made abundantly clear.
"My safety has long been compromised, Liv. . . 'Safety' is something that will always elude me." When his 'safety' had literally been threatened by his own hand, could he really take the stance that it 'mattered'? That it would be something that could be given at any time with a sense of unshaken doubt? He huffed lightly and his head wagged subtly. "And, yea, you are stubborn." Maybe it'd been as much of a thing of care as it had been the potential fear of losing something in Liv's mind, something he wouldn't truly know lacking the capacity of a mind-reader.
"I don't think, 'Pot and Kettle' responses are going to work in that regard. . ." It hadn't been a snarky remark, he hadn't the verbal or mental energy to have conceived such a notion. Rather, it'd been the stance taken of someone whom had saw that she hadn't been too kind to herself either. Unfortunately, he couldn't risk being kind to himself. The firm stance he took towards his existence had been the key wall to remind him of what beast resided inside, that at any moment it could start to become something that he -liked- and he couldn't afford that slip-up.
"I tend to forget that you're a walking optimist to my grounded pessimism. . ." He hadn't really forgotten but he wasn't sure what else to say in the moment after her words. "However, things can indirectly be someone's fault. I may not be the one directly causing it but it is the fact its my very presence that is the chosen reason." His head shook in mild frustration, he didn't expect her or anyone to understand that portion. It'd been far more than ones singular action, the knowledge that it could create 'sub-effects', things that would occur beyond the singularity focus. "If a person is cursed with something that brings disasters, they aren't the direct cause, its the curse itself that is causing it. But it is their very presence that -allows- for it to be caused, does that make sense? It's the same here." His presence created the chance for his mothers demise, the sole responsibility did lay at the hand of the one who made the action but it equally hinged on him for being the catalyst of it.
Did she really say anything bad about -anyone-? Even the person that had hurt her most he couldn't consider a time where she actively said the individual had been an entirely bad and unsavory individual. "It is more than just what society says, what they do and choose to react as? That's one thing. But -knowing- the feeling, being internally aware and connected to it? It's something else." How could he explain it? Words could paint the picture but it could also leave the desiring feeling wanting for the effect to truly resound.
"Yea. . . I expected you'd be that persistent about it. . ." He would've been the fool to expect that she'd ever budge from her ground when it came to an individual and her view of them, her loyalty to try to stay by their side even if they were to take a bat and try to beat her away with it. Running away, having what sought him chase him had occurred to him, yet knowing that someone had slipped out of the woman's life without a word halted that reaction far more than he would've admitted.