I'm gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone

Mercury knew Artorias well enough now to read the subtle change that came over him at the sight of Sephiren. He knew the animosity ran deep, and for good reason. The Hallow was a pack that built, and this was a wolf that tore things down. There was no future with a wolf like Sephiren, no stability. He knew the type. They burned hot, and they burnt fast. They didn’t live long, but they left disaster in their wake. Those like Art would be the ones to put it all back together again. That was the greatest difference between them.

As the purple wolf approached, he felt the tensions rise, the spark of violence almost striking in the air. He didn’t move, but held his relaxed, ready stance. Ready and able to move and strike in a heartbeat, but not yet. Not until they made it worth his time. He wasn’t here to start anything, but he’d be more than happy to finish it.

He was running support, and he let that role fall over him with ease. Listening as Artorias’ reasonable voice filled the spaces between them. A warning was delivered, and it was a just one. There were many, many wolves that would fight for the stability of this land. Art spoke with the voice of many.

"Speech"