[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak's expression flattened. "If you care that much about where his burial spot is, you'd think you would at least want to talk to the guy again." Logistics aside, he was skeptical of Lionstar's motives after his instant rejection of the idea, though he couldn't say his own answer would've been different if given the opportunity to reconnect with Frostfall. It was better to leave things this way.

Loyalty drew a little huff of a laugh from him. "Yeah, I don't believe in that." However, he had an inkling Lionstar already was aware of his take on the loyalty propaganda machine. "And maybe he didn't either, but I get that he wasn't... all there? At the end."

Shrugging, he wasn't sure what would happen but gave a reminder, "ThunderClan is there now too." They might be a bit more enthusiastic to fight than ShadowClan, and he would personally bet a good amount of ShadowClanners wouldn't hold back either if they returned. "They're like... I guess-- coyotes? They're not much for the showing pain or stopping until they're literally lying dead on the ground." It was that brutish fight style, a true disservice to themselves.

Even if they didn't raise a claw to fight, he wasn't fond of the plan. "You know, we're not going back to Frostfall. We'd be going back for a corpse.." Near the end of the statement, his voice wavered with a surprising inflection of emotion from hearing the truth aloud.

Because he was expecting an overreaction like that, Fawnsqueak didn't flinch at Lionstar's hiss and the venom that spilled afterward. Frostfall or Frostflight didn't matter, they were both gone. "It's over, Lionstorm," was what he eventually settled on, gravelly with strain. "You can feel bad, or guilty, or whatever until your last life, but it's not like you're able to do anything about it." Frostfall had the last victory in that regard, taking Lionstar's chance at inner peace with him as he faded.