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And what an end it was fated to be, filled with carnage and chaos and wasted life. No amount of nurturing could overwrite primal natures; the male was born savage, and it was a waste to try and think that he could be made tame with work and dedication. 

Right arm rising to guard his chest, the blond turned sideways, leaning forward on his right foot, left side less guarded, ready to meet violence with violence. “If you truly believe that to be the case then you have already lost this fight.” He had tried to help and found his attempts unsatisfying. Ky wasn’t going to listen, conquer the doubts that clouded his mind. So he needed to switch up his plans to help him.

“You dread that which thrives within you, yet all that I see standing before me is a child. If you are so consumed with terror for the lack of control that your other form brings, set this beast before me so that I can help you conquer your fears.”

_{he may have lost the fight – maybe even the war with-in himself, but he wasn’t going to think on that. not when he could already tell that this coming transformation could possibly be his last. not that it mattered in reality, ky could spend most of his time in his grandfather’s realm if needed.}

_{the fact of the matter was that his transformations usually took a toll. not physically of course, but mentally. he was stronger in it, but also weaker. he couldn’t focus… it was just a blind rage. a rage of a child.}

_{thor was right though,  ky was a child; he may have been an adult to humans, but to many of the realms he was still a child. one that got what he wanted… when he wanted and damned the consequences of his actions.}

_{still, this was pure dread; he didn’t want to lose himself, not when he wanted to keep whatever was left of him int-act. though, it was getting to the point that it would happen either way.. especially since he never could say no to a fight.}

_{“you really don’t want that,” he said, after some time. “if i set it lose… end it.”}