Let go of the past

Considering Something like Zeph to have taken away Wren wasn't a thought he had liked, and he was glad when Artorias debunked it so easily. Paradoxically, that didn't man the likelihood of Wren surviving was any higher. He was still deep in consideration when Artorias spoke next. Hearing his name, Mercury drew in a sharp breath. He knew what was coming next, and all he could do was tense for the blow. Arts logic was irrefutable. His hypothesis on the events was likely the most accurate they would be able to form without any further hard evidence. "I suspect we both already knew the answer before coming out here." He said, voice a little bitter. Not towards Art, who had done the best he could to help Mercury. But to the situation as a whole. To lose the one he loved, and to know he would never have the answers… it wasn't easy.

"Thank you, Artorias. I'm sorry to have dragged you all this way but I appreciate the lengths you've gone." He said, eyes drifting to his paws again. This venture with Artorias had pushed aside some of the stillness, the directionless that had over taken him at the bifrost. But now that this last avenue had been exhausted he found it returning two fold. Where to go from here? It crossed his mind to walk out into the Northern cold. He would need only close his eyes, and his worries would be no more. The idea however repulsed him. He was likely the last of the Ermis line. Would he let the heritage of his people go so easily? "I have… much to consider now, I think. I can show you where you can den for the night if you like." He doubted Art would wish to take the same long journey back without respite.