Frustration welled up before Mac could stop it, green eyes flaring briefly before he turned away and stalked off on his own, not giving any explanation. He would make his own camp, make his own decisions. Seconds before he'd been perfectly willing to go along with Uldren's plans, but Mac felt constantly punished for his enthusiasm and optimism. He felt as though the prince literally believed him to be a complete imbecile, and if that were the case, then maybe they ought to try seeing who did better without the other.
Granted immortality made it an unfair game to play, but he wasn't thinking all that straight.
His idea was instantly shot down without a moment of thought and it made Mac angry in a way he didn't usually get. He was a goddamn hero back home, he ougth to get at least a little more credit than Uldren gave him, just because he might act a little immaturely. Alright maybe a lot, but still, demeanor had very little to do with real intellect. He didn't mean for them to go to the elves, he just wanted to come up with a concrete plan for whenever they inevitably crossed paths with the native. But no~o, his ideas were all stupid because what? Because he liked to read fantasy novels and listen to old music? Totally unfair.
"Whatever!" Mac snapped petulantly, stomping through the grass and veering away with every intention of letting Uldren try to weasel his way out of trouble on his own. "Can't even give me the benefit of a doubt," the Guardian groused, throwing both hands up into the air.
"Is it really wise to leave Prince Uldren alon--" Ghost asked warily, only to be cut off by Mac.
"You want to make nice, go on, go with him. I don't care right now. Tch. You two go off and crawl up each other's butts, I'm going this way," Mac snapped, pointing off randomly in a direction, because it really didn't matter where they went, at that point.
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Granted immortality made it an unfair game to play, but he wasn't thinking all that straight.
His idea was instantly shot down without a moment of thought and it made Mac angry in a way he didn't usually get. He was a goddamn hero back home, he ougth to get at least a little more credit than Uldren gave him, just because he might act a little immaturely. Alright maybe a lot, but still, demeanor had very little to do with real intellect. He didn't mean for them to go to the elves, he just wanted to come up with a concrete plan for whenever they inevitably crossed paths with the native. But no~o, his ideas were all stupid because what? Because he liked to read fantasy novels and listen to old music? Totally unfair.
"Whatever!" Mac snapped petulantly, stomping through the grass and veering away with every intention of letting Uldren try to weasel his way out of trouble on his own. "Can't even give me the benefit of a doubt," the Guardian groused, throwing both hands up into the air.
"Is it really wise to leave Prince Uldren alon--" Ghost asked warily, only to be cut off by Mac.
"You want to make nice, go on, go with him. I don't care right now. Tch. You two go off and crawl up each other's butts, I'm going this way," Mac snapped, pointing off randomly in a direction, because it really didn't matter where they went, at that point.