Expectant silence slips over the stallion, waiting under Vodnik's gaze for the refusal he fully believes will come, perhaps even in a new burst of rage from the other for daring to utter such a requests after his view on trespassers has been so clearly made. But whatever the giant chose would be accepted without further question. Either way Anonymous intended to return back the way he had come to the water’s edge his dark frame had emerged from. There he would rest, if permitted, and intrude no further into his realm, away from the tree's which stood now mocking at a short distance denied to him. Or so he assumed. Observing the seriousness that melts away the other smile a tension bubbles up within him. Was this where he was forced to turn tail and finally flee under the brute’s wrath? Somewhere in the exhaustion of the mind that almost matches the body that familiar blessed numbness lurks and seized on. The arch of his strong neck drooping in preparation. But still that tiny flicker of pride somewhere shelters within him. Or perhaps it was indifference, a lack of care for what else was thrown at him. In the empty void he sought it was hard to know one from the other and he backed away from even bothering to consider it himself. Why bother. It made little difference. One flint hoof has already lifted to move when Vodnik speaks again, and for a second he freezes so, and ebony statue once more. But this time it is for a reason like no other. Shock rocks through him, rushing through those internal barriers he had spent so long building as though they were non-existent. Him? His second? Though his features remain virtually blank a miniature storm is raging within. A joke, it must be a joke. Certainly he had no place leading, but neither did he have a place in aiding another. No one. He failed to grasp how anyone should wish anything of him other than to remove himself from their presence. You should never have been born. You waste the very air you breath. A twitch ripples along his hide as his mother’s words rise up, words that had defeated the colt, and the stallion he had become. No sound has left him, and he barely realises in time that Vodnik speaks again, small ears cutting forwards despite the hate filled words whispering through his mind, insisting he remember his place. 'I could use someone like you.' The giant was blinded to the truth, and his mother was not there to point it out. He should save him the time in finding out what a worthless creature he offered such responsibility to. And yet he didn't. He stood, eyes regarding the coloured stallion, the trees, the peaks that rose up in the terrain beyond. This was where fate had dragged him. Finally a low snort is issued, shrugging off the silence like a cloak as he turned to meet the waiting gaze. "I aid you." In those three words he makes the first true decision to impact his empty life in nearly 6 years. Why he could not say, but something within him grasps that which is offered, which has been absent. Which he did not believe he deserved, yet still.. there he was accepting it. Purpose.