cooking up a dream

His prodding seemed to reveal something else, a layer of returning anguish beneath the anger that so fiercely boiled at her surface. Almost instantly he found himself sighing, not so much out of anger than it was over her understanding of the situation he found himself in. Yes, there was most certainly a decision that lay open for him to choose on, but he also saw the option of not choosing at all. Just as he had instructed to her when she found herself torn between choosing one bad position or another, he had offered an escape to it all. But somewhere along the way there was a much different seed planted in her that he felt he had little to do with. Or maybe it had nothing to do with him at all, the more likely choice in his thoughts.

“My mind was made up a long time ago,” he said, softly. He struggled perhaps uncharacteristically to find the words to piece together, and the silence followed for a beat. “Right now all I'm concerned with is making sure that we're prepared for the winter. I want no part in this, and if you think I'm going to work with you in this state, then you're wrong. Neither of you are shaping up to be fit to lead, and it's costing us valuable time and resources.” It was again of no wonder to him why there were those who had abandoned the Spine. Mordecai had seen what he felt Jinx had seen in the territory. There was potential to keep their claim even in light of the blows, but not if things didn't turn around. He did not care for either leader's dislike of the other, yet he did understand it. And if neither of them liked it, then he expected his time within the confines of Ouroboros would swiftly begin to close.