Ouroboros Spine take me home

While his apologies seemed sincere, Mordecai felt a spark of irritation arise in the fact that he was excusing himself. Where it had come from, he couldn't have ascertained readily. It was a spark that was not unlike some of the others he had in the past, an impulsive urge that he acted on. As Dijax started off, the tawny Ostrega pursued him easily. He found his self-excusing decision to be brazen, but perhaps his prying into what the other intended to do was may have warranted the response.

“You know, normally I'd be inclined to give someone in your situation a good chase out of these lands. But there'd be no point in chasing you,” he stated, referencing the exhaustion and injury that had come to the Russian. Mordecai could have chased him, yes, but he also felt confident that he could have caught him too. Not exerting himself into a potential fight was not something he was keen over. “But if it's merely a drink you need, I can show you to a nearby stream. It's still within my territory, however.” If Dijax had decided to walk on alone, Mordecai made it clear he had no intentions of leaving him.

Part helpful nature, part self-survival. Nothing would stop the others from laying into him on his own. It was what Mordecai would have wanted them to do to someone trespassing on their lands, as it was something he would have normally done himself. But this proved to be an exception, and one the Ostrega had no intention of making a rule. He would not let their grounds be trampled upon by wayfarers, and his own intentions were leaning in another direction if Dijax were to accept his company longer.