_{He did jump a little bit, thanks to his PTSD and not having heard Ky’lar come in.  Looking behind him, he paused.  “Gotta call you back.”  Hanging up, he raised a brow.  “Ky’lar, I have killed many people.  My parents are assassins – or they were.  I assure you, I don’t put anyone on a pedestal.  I like to consider myself a realist.  And the question wasn’t if you were good for me.  Though I think anyone brings both good and bad to the table in such a situation.”}

❝ you deserve better. ❞ a simple statement as ky’lar made his way forward, 

❝ i’m not worth this…. maybe a very long time ago i was, but i can’t… be what you want.  ❞ though, in reality, he wasn’t going to attempt caring again. it was just far too painful for him and it was best if he left it alone, 

❝ ……. everyone i’ve ever cared about dies or i push them away. you know that better than anyone. ❞