Chess, Not Checkers

He blinked at Arts words, caught off guard. He had let himself get caught up in the drama of it all... that's what seemed to start a lot of thr boys trouble. He let his emotions scamper away from him until he felt too much and hurt for everything. "I... I got a little crusadey there didn't I? I just mean I want to keep everyone safe. My siblings, the people here. I don't want to see them hurt." He scratched a paw over his leg and looked a little bashful. Arts words had made him feel like a kid again, but he couldn't fault the other boy for his logical. He had come here with serious eyes and a sword over his shoulder, and Mortis wondered what he hoped to accomplish here... but now he knew.

He didn't want to start bloodshed. Mortis had been in conflict with his father his whole life, so Arts blunt view was strange and refreshing. "I'm glad your here, art." He let out a soft breath. "I can't be thay kid anymore, the one that runs away. I guess I have have find the line of what I should be fighting for, and what's pushing too far."