thinking of you

seemed like an appropriate place to fade this out, especially since i fail at responding. :X

And in spite of whatever progress he felt they had made between each other, Mordecai realized that it was truly for naught. The truth of it all was that in light of his altruism, Mordecai also believed in survival of the fittest. He was thankful that he had been spared by the flames, had no doubts that the others felt the same. It was unfortunate what had possibly become of anyone who hadn't made it through the fire, but there was little that any of them could do now. Time did not go backward in any essence, it plowed forward and went on and on regardless of the trials and tribulations that were along its course.

So when Charon left him, Mordecai held his tongue.

They were all a confident lot through and through, but sometimes that confidence turned far too easily into arrogance. And the ignorance therein struck a nerve with the older Ostrega, but he knew better. Anger was a consuming beast, a damper to the senses of the finest accord; he did not allow it to blanket what they had originally set out there to do. If Charon wanted no part in it, then fine; Mordecai had no control of him, nor would try. So he concluded their meeting in the only way he knew how — he continued his climb of the veritable wall alone.