She couldn't blame the girl. She'd be defending any member of her family, just as loudly. Probably would've liked to do something about the Silver Horde, back then, but...what can you
really do when you're just a child? Julien became serious as soon as Mista was safely away.
"What I'm
not about to do is start a fight in a cemetary with a man in mourning."
She spoke plainly and honestly, maybe a bit somberly, unaware that out of
both their lines of sight, there was a cat watching them carefully.
Why was she hunting him? Why was she hunting ANYONE?
"It's weird for a Mordecai to be in here, but then you said you came this way every year. I asked about it, just seeing if it was true. Some people know you more than others, Julien. That's how I knew to look here."
She lowered her head for a moment, sighing, then looked at him again earnestly.
"You can't take advantage of people. I'm not gonna send you out of the country, but it has to be honest work, from now on. Maybe somebody actually
needs a Mordecai, maybe just a pair of strong hands, but you do it up-front, because they know now."
Is this what you are now? A hunter, a fighter, a negotiator...? Why?
She had mad no moves to attack of any sort, no stance or preparedness at all. As far as she was concerned, this was over, in her own fashion. She'd done something about it, and she'd been more than fair about it, especially now that she had seen this.