_{the name was a hand jerking on the collar around his neck, metaphorically instead of literally. for now. he’s under no delusions that one won’t be put on him at the slightest sign of defiance Ky’s tried to beat out of him. it’s all he has left at this point since it’s clear to him that he’ll never be freed. “I’m not my father —- don’t call me that.” he only used the name out of Hell because it diverted attention away from him to make him seem ordinary. someone no one looks twice at on the street or the darkened corners of a bar.}

       _{he wanted to say the name again, to tighten his control over the other, but instead, ky’lar decided to go another route. one, that would possibly have the same effect if he was being honest, “—- see, if you were your father, i highly doubt that we would be having this conversation.” then again, they might have anyways, “so, if i decide to call you that name, i will call you that name.” his lips pursed into a thin-line, “do remember that.”}