"Oh now you care about your sisters?" He laughs, a scoffing sound, mostly to cover up the scowl that comes with anyone, especially an Earp, calling him by that name. "You really cared when you bailed from Purgatory and left Waverly behind to deal with your reputation and your family name on her own, didn't you?"

Smirking as he took a step closer. Walking up drowning in this place from the moment he did, there's been too much pain about Willa surrounding him to back down from his. Even if her air clutching for Peacemaker doesn't mean she doesn't have it on her. No matter what Vasquez and others have told him.

"If it wasn't for that witch bitch you wouldn't even be here now. Never come back for your sisters or your name unless you had to," he growls, eyes narrowing. "So don't play that card with me, Wynonna. She was loved more with me than she ever was by your father. He abused your momma. He abused Willa and Waverly. You weren't the heir, and you weren't his bastard, so maybe you never noticed, hmmm? Or maybe you just. Didn't. Care."

His chest is so tight he's not even sure how he gets the words out. Because she's right in a way. Someone had been thinking Willa loved him, right until she was willing to leave him there and walk away. It's an Earp thing, he guesses.