Blacktail Deer Plateau the devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest

Even with a friend, this scenario that unraveled and took stage was one he had danced across before. He recognized that neutrality for what it was, and still held the astuteness to know there was more behind it. But what that was exactly, he did not carry the perception for. And then there were always the questions of why and truth be told, he would have been inclined to sugarcoat things. But Dante was keen enough to know whether or not words were saccharine or not — so he didn't.

"Better now while the weather's still warm," he said. "And it's something that's been on our minds for a while." He could have made up reasons as to why, even given away what, or who's intentions were at play. Another time, he would have with careful precision, with ease. This time, he found it difficult and it reflected in his passive actions; more now than ever, Mordecai was aware of the consequences. Again, he found himself wanting to do anything he could have soften that blow, but the words that came forward were hardly padded.

"And to be honest, it's also because we want to lay claim to territory of our own."