The hatred he showed was expected; Mirage felt it herself, though she was well practised at not acting brashly on simple carnal desires such as lust and loathing. Even now, showing the hurt, the pain, the depression that Torasin's death had caused her to be plagued with demonstrated how close she was to losing that control. But her herdmates had helped her, little bits at a time, each of them picking up a different piece of her heart and re-affixing it to the fractured, fragile organ that still beat hopelessly in her chest. Thor had reignited her passion to lead, by highlighting the sheer need for it. He had shown her, even without meaning to, that she was capable of this, even if she could not be everywhere at all times for all of her herd members. Yes, she still hurt, but she would heal, along with the rest of the herd. They were fractured, bruised and battered, and it would take time to heal - but there was no point in rushing headlong into a war, despite one's strongest desires to, when one held such injuries to their very souls that would let them down against the very enemy they might try to extinguish.

"D'Artagnan, the Basin's Time Mender, was responsible for Solstice, seen through Aaron's own hellhound's eyes." She gave him the information with quiet, steady tones, trying to impart with her words the silent order upon him not to react brashly given this information. "Torasin's killer is yet unknown, and while many think the Basin is responsible, I must wonder if it was the Assassins, striking against us in misguided vengeance against the capture, and subsequent death, of Ignita." It was the first time she had voiced that theory, the first time she had highlighted just how impossible it was to know when one's enemies were multiple. Just how did they earn so many enemies? The Basin would hate them forevermore for taking their home from them, despite being given their own home in the North without seemingly doing anything more than lose a war for it. The Assassins? Who knew what pulled their desires to the Edge, but Mirage would have none of it - proven already by the capture of Ignita, and upon Ignita's death, the capture of another one. Did they not get the message?

The World's Edge would not fall, no matter how hard the ocean washed against them.


"Your idea is welcome, and I think it would be beneficial to incorporate such games into the Patrols Destrier and Kaj are co-ordinating." As she spoke, her expression softened ever so slightly, to show that she acknowledged his words, that she heard them despite the steely exterior she showed. "All should be aware of what is required to survive in this world." She agreed vocally, nodding a small bob of her tiara as she spoke. "The Edge shall not be bullied into submission. There are ways different to those of warfare that can demonstrate one's strength." Eyes dove deeper into his own deep, dark, chocolate gaze. "We must show a united front more than anything through these tough times to come."