((I'm actually going to take a crack at Sengalo being nice.x3))
Sengalo's eyebrows raised, his black lips parting in a small gape. He blinked a couple times, lifting his head at Zabad's words. Someone had actually loved him and worse, they had died? Sengalo looked a way for a moment, lowering himself to sit on his haunches. His brow furrowed as he thought more about it. "That's...that's terrible," he said apologizingly as he turned to face Zabad again. He actually felt sympathy for the lion he had shared a hatred for. After all, they were close relatives, even if the other was oblivious to that fact. "...My sympathies, Zabad," he said sternly, "if it's of any condolence, I've also lost someone I thought I loved..." He took a pause, those heart wrenching memories haunting him again. "It wasn't to death...but to someone that I thought was a friend... and probably the only one I ever had..." He heaved a heavy sigh, averting his eyes again as a spark of anger flared in his eyes. "Love isn't always what others make it out to be," he continued as his muzzle twitched in and out of a grimace once more, "some say it brings so much joy, but they didn't know that it can bring just as much pain." He flexed his claws on the ground as he said this, not looking to Zabad until he had finished.