Ouroboros Spine take me home

As Dijax spoke again, Mordecai turned an ear to listen to him. His focus was hard to keep off of their surroundings, though as the story went on, his attentiveness dropped out like a bad signal. Whatever it was that had been chasing him — and what they were, Mordecai felt he had a fair idea — were long gone now. The chances of them having trailed Dijax were unlikely. For whatever reason, humans did not venture into the deepest depths of the wilderness where they had shut themselves away often. Mordecai found himself tempted to relax, but didn't, if only for the illusion of control in a situation that he realistically would not have had much control in.

Thoughtfully, as he looked upon the other, he found more than just questions to speak. “I don't think you'll need to worry about whatever those things were. They aren't here. They don't come here.” He did not betray that he had the notion of what they were. But the reassurance was all the same coming from Mordecai; it was genuine, soft-spoken. He could not have fathomed the panic and fear that more than likely had come in those moments, nor could he have imagined the feelings that stemmed from the even more bizarre predicament Dijax found himself in now.

“What do you intend to do now?” Mordecai prompted.