Did he like to go around and ask for his associates for help to take back the cartel alongside him?. No,not really but what choice did he really have?. The Thunderlands wheren't strong enough lacking the numbers and after he had decided to grap his shit together had come up with a plan to reclaim his own clan to save his people from the exiles claws. He couldn't abandon them, couldn't lay himself down crying like a fucking pathetic crybaby while his people fought every single day against thier enemy. Even if he felt like shit, even if he hated his own damn guts and saw himself like nothing more then a failure as a leader and so many other things he had to pull himself together one last time because he owned them that much. They had saved him once and now he needed to at least try to do the same, even if he had to fucking storm in there all by himself to try to get his clan back he would do it even if it cost his own worthless life. This time he wouldn't back down. This time he wouldn't let himself get defeated unless they killed him. That was the only optional left for him now, to win and save his people or die trying. The Godfather faced the dirt in front of his own paws while waiting by the border to ask for something he never had done before. He had never asked his associates for anything, not even once. Keeping them apart from what an allience and a associate were suppose to be. Today would be the day he had to break that though.
// i'm lazy right now so i'm just copy and pasting this post, so you might see a exact copy of this elsewhere <33