Ouroboros Spine aeons exist in a myriad cast

Sitri seemed to be half the creature he had been when they had first met. Mordecai tried not to let this bother him, but found that it did all the same. A wolf that had once been his superior had settled beneath him some time ago, but to what depths the extent went he had never kept track of. Involvement had something to do with it, as did the things that had transpired. Those things, Mordecai did not hold against Sitri. What was done, was done. Instead he found himself perplexed by the statements that rolled out of him, and the fact that he did not seem to hold any transgressions Mordecai had made against him.

“What? Are you talking about the fog?” he found himself asking, stepping closer to the dark-coated wolf. Wherever the concept of walking among living and dead had come from, he had no idea. Mordecai was tempted to ask if Sitri was all right, but found that it was obvious to say that he wasn't doing well. Still, the level of just how off he was feeling, or what he was perceiving in the world around him was more like looking at an iceberg; Mordecai only saw the tip, not the possible monolith beneath the surface. Canting his head with concern, the tawny superior prompted him gently for explanation.