Ouroboros Spine under divine law of the opus magnum

Her egotism was appalling; only now did he realize just how deluded she truly was, how power had turned her into a creature of which he readily wanted to push away. It was almost as though subconsciously from the moment they had met, something about her spoke depths about who she truly was. Anger was a bitter spark in him that he scarcely embraced, scarcely wanted within his body. It was hardly worth the energy spent to maintain it, but when it came about it, it certainly burned with fervor through whatever emotion he could have felt otherwise.

Even so, it was as though every word he said went right over her head, as if her wandering gaze that held his own would be enough to break him down. If that was her goal, she was wrong. “You act like these are some special feats, that they deserve recognition. Your stay here would not be so if you did not have devotion. So no, that isn't enough. You are no more devoted to this pack than anyone else beneath you or myself, because if that were the case then none of us would hesitate to cast them out.” He put considerable faith into things, but the fact held true. Those that stayed had their devotion, their commitment to their betterment as a whole. Her implication that she had gone above and beyond was moot in his eyes.

And in spite of his anger, he retained a sense of collection in his tone. “If you want the things that you seek, then you need to start acting like it. Right now you're on par with a disrespectful child, and if that doesn't change, you will find yourself out in the cold.” His words pointed, Mordecai made no mistake in suggesting he was done talking on the matter. And as far as he was concerned, anyone who displayed the same would find themselves out there with her. He had patience for many things, but there were far more things at hand then petty disputes and bemoaning over the things they wanted and could not have. Pressing to move on past her, he would not give her so much as a glance.