Ouroboros Spine this place

Mordecai arrived, though Viggo could tell at once that he had not felt the same way about Ptarmigan. That much he should have known, based on their other meeting together. “I have no place here, Mordecai.” Blunt, yes. But there was no way that Cara and her lot would allow him to live here in peace. That much Viggo knew with certainty. He had been the only one to stick by Ptarmigan's side through thick and thin. Even Andrus had left as soon as she had claimed her throne. Now, though, there was little reason for the pale Ostrega to stay.

“I wanted to say good-bye, at least.” It was a shame, really, that things had not worked out here. Viggo had thought that he might grow old and die here. But it was not meant to be. He had nothing keeping him here now, and nobody wanted him kept here (aside, perhaps, from Mordecai). Viggo gave a half-hearted shrug to his brother, at a loss for words.