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"It must be nice," Mordecai found himself commenting dryly at the boast. He didn't quite mean it in the wise-ass way either, but it came natural to quip back when quipped at, and well, Charon had proven that he was full of quips. It may have been a shame that Verrine was not around to look after his own children and as it were, Mordecai did not see himself as being much of a help. They were all out of his hands anyway, and he found that perhaps the words were more salt in a raw scrape than he realized.

"I haven't personally tried to scale the area. I'm not much for mountains anyway. Nice to look at the view off of, but they're kind of impractical for living when you think about it." Though that said, he had lived on Silvertip Mountain for a time, and that seemed like it was much longer than just a measly year ago. Even then, he found the only times he hit the higher elevations was to draw in the view. Otherwise, the lowlands and foothills were just fine. "But you'd be surprised what someone will do when it comes to surviving. Just because it seems like it's impassable doesn't mean it is. I've known Osprey to venture into some interesting places." A smile graced him then, as he was certain that even Charon had touched upon her adventures at one point or another.

"And, who knows where she might have gone to escape. Who knows where we all would have gone if the fire had been any worse." The smile slid from his face just as easily as it came. There was always that what if prospect that stemmed from the backbone of any recollection. He had ruminated over them a time or time, but often avoided them. What was done was done, whatever had happened had happened. There was no changing the past and equally no point in living in it.