Ouroboros Spine this place

For as much as he wanted to give Viggo chase, to simply throw everything down and take off with him, Mordecai only found himself watching as his relative bounded off. He could not fathom the hurt that Viggo felt, but in a sense he had a taste of it on his own. It brought an interesting perspective to him that he had not had before. Perhaps now he understood why his father had fought him so much on leaving himself. But unfortunately, what was done, was done.

He lingered, alone, for some time. Statuesque against the fading foliage, Mordecai could feel the emotions that broiled within him and perhaps not for the first time he did not know how to handle them. There was a plethora of sorrow to be found in him, but rushing to break through that was an indescribable rage that surpassed what he had originally felt for Ptarmigan. Turning back towards the interior of the Spine, he eyed the paths that lied before him roughly, and set off down one. There was simply no more time he could have to dwell, at least none that he would allow.