She has speed and tenacity on Bobo that he can't even touch. Couldn't hardly as a demon, nonetheless with whatever limbo being he is in this place. He's bigger, though much less hateful in that moment. Maybe.

Nails catch on skin, a boot slamming into his side hard enough to make him regret living for a minute. Thankfully though for the coat found for him the day he arrived to absorb some of the anger as she snarls and spits like the hellcat she is.

"You never fucking cared about Waverly, so don't play this sister card now, Wynonna. It's beneath you," he sneers, panting hard as he fights to keep her at arms length, playing games with words while refusing her the fight he's sure she wants more than anything in that moment.

"I protected them both more than you ever did." Whether he believes that or not, the words are meant to be barbed, to push her a bit further. If he's going to hurt as deeply as he does, he's taking anyone else with him that he can.

"I love her! She is my everything. I spent a hundred years paying for doing the right thing and she is what I've been waiting for." And even as he says it, speaking truths that may not be real but that he believes at the very least, will cling to in this place as tightly as he did the pain of Wyatt's mistreatment for a century.

"This isn't Purgatory, Wynonna. You're nothing here."