Funk let out an exasperated sigh as the chaos unfolded around him. He would have chosen to ignore it, least until the topic of executing Misty Rose came up. "Enough!" The bengal Nemesis snarled, a rare side they barely got to see as Funk left Wrenley-chan. She'd be fine. At first, this had mostly been a fun game for him to watch. Bringing this side out of Innocentia, and taking the kits away from Misty. And as much as a part of him was ready to be done with this, he couldn't let Misty Rose die. They'd have hell on their paws over Innocentia's tantrum, and it'd be up to Funk to clean it up. He was finally getting sick of it.

"There won't be an execution." As soon as Funk seemed to lose his composure, he got it right back. Wedging himself between Sen and Misty, his acid-like gaze poured onto Innocentia. A part of him still wanted to take her side, 'cause he knew where she was coming from. But really, it just didn't line up with what he wanted. "And I won't hear anything otherwise. I'll be moving Misty and Sparrow to the prison under my guard. You are forbidden from entering it. You may not be satisfied with the damage done, but I am." Funk turned away, ending his turn in the game before she could disagree with him.

Then he looked up at Sen, the muscle of the two. Who was ready to robotically take orders from her mate. It wasn't very freeing, a sort of thinking he couldn't adhere to. Or even understand. "You as well, Sen." Funk whispered, voice still strong as he walked towards the entrance, waving his tail for Misty to follow him. "I won't hear otherwise." The Nemesis' word is law.

One step. Two steps. Senescence was half a step from being within reach of Funk, and he had only a heartbeat to realize she was probably about to try and kill him, or something else equally as horrible, when the Proxy simply froze. Then she sucked in a sharp breath and spun around, hearing Innocentia cry. She was torn between shredding the Nemesis and comforting her mate, and then Innocentia ran past her... to apologize?

Senescence generally respected Funk, not that she'd ever admit it, but she'd never have considered him a friend, and she most certainly never treated him like he had authority over her, except when it was convenient. Her tail brushed down Innocentia's spine after she turned back to face Funk, rolling her neck slightly, like she had just stepped into this body and needed to loosen it, her posture returning to it's loose, bored normal. "I'm not your dog, Funk. Don't treat me like one."

She wouldn't push it if Innocentia didn't want to. But when she spoke to Funk, there seemed to be a touch of seriousness to her tone that wasn't usually there, the large feline unconsciously trailing her paw down the long scar through her left eye, as if remembering something. Like there was more to her words than just not wanting to listen to his order about Misty. But she didn't offer anything else, nor try to stop the Nemesis, simply staying by Innocentia's side.

Viatrix-chan wasn't really paying attention to the adult's conversation, but she didn't really need to, she was just a baby. Seeing Innocentia limping, she put herself against her mother's weaker side and forced herself to purr. Snuggling up with someone and purring always made her feel better, "You can lean on me, Mama."

Despite the bloodshed and frayed nerves, Viatrix-chan herself appeared wholly unshaken by the ordeal. Her morals were skewed. She'd lived her whole life thinking herself no just better than the rest but in a whole other league them, something akin to roaylty. The blue ribbon around her neck was proof, she thought, since not many other kits had it and none of the ones who did were half as loved as she was. Look at Misty Rose! She didn't care about them, so something must be wrong with them. They weren't like princess Viatrix-chan.