He tensed up at the mention of orgies again, scowling up at Fakir. "It's not that. Not them, I thought you meant us, that I would use force, or that they were slaves." It was a somewhat sensitive topic, but it seemed to distract him enough from trying to manipulate the centaur, however well as that may have worked. "They're kind.. or, I think they are, the humans. I don't know now..." Mesut thought back to the question of simply, why did he care? To learn about the outside world besides wanting back. Mostly, he was angry, that keeping such vital information away from him was an act of neglect. And when the world came crashing down on their temple, he was left ignorant and alone, trusting the hands of strangers.<br/><br/>For awhile, he thought about it, picking up his arms to bury his head in, trying to focus on the warm sun on his back and the centaur under his belly. Not caring if it was audible to Fakir, he continued his rambling without warning many minutes later. "I don't... I want to go back, but I can't. The place I mean, this is confusing..." His eyes were intense as he stared off at nothing, nose scrunched in frustration. "I can go back to the place, but not the same. It's changed now, all of this. I would do nothing but worry, and want answers... Do you think they would know...? Or tell me? Maybe if I asked the right questions, I would have known?" It could be his fault, but that was a heavy dose of wishful thinking. The sway of the horse's gait did little to lull him into some rest.<br/><br/>Mesut laid his head down again, now speaking to himself, shaky and unsure. "I'll go back though, what does it look like.." Even if he no longer belonged with his fellow kin, with the monks, he had to see if the city held up, if his temple was still standing. They had to have rebuild, there were so many people, he always saw new faces visiting them, visiting him. Strangers would come to leave them favors, prayers, donations. Surely so many would be able to stand against an attack like that...? On a sudden thought, he leaned up, claws dug at Fakir's sides as he did so, just as he would a priest's arm to get their attention. "Fakir! Do you think they knew, too....? Did we say? Or did you say that they were so sure that they had enemies...? If they didn't know then I'd be wrong to blame them."<br/><br/>He could've been overthinking it, full of doubt that would make the acolytes upset and inadequate. Was he being mean...? To assume they'd be so quick to abandon him, especially of his stature, of all the snakes and their importance. Wouldn't that be such as much as disgrace to Gulpasa as forcing one's underlings to mop their floors?<br/><br/>The bulk of their journey that day continued much the same as it started. The naga increasingly anxious, and desperate. It was obvious that such thoughts and questions would just further devolve unless he find something to stray towards, a great distraction or change of pace. Mesut suddenly felt talking of their sexual endeavors not so uncomfortable after all, even when it came to the misguided rumors surrounding their temple and methods of worship and recreation.