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One to differ, Thor felt tempted to challenge the man over making that point, that yes, as inadvisable as it sounded, he had wished to see Ky’s worst cast if to prove that he was prepared to deal with it. He was thus quick to speculate that this rebuff of assistance, whilst not unexpected, was done out of fear moreso than anything else. Illogical behaviour that reflected a soul in turmoil.

But then, their talk took a sharp turn down a corridor he did not wish to explore; Ky’s life, left in his hands. “Ky’lar, I–” Cutting himself short, the blond’s mouth would open, close, then open again, all without sound. His word, should he choose to give it, held a kind of currency that went far and beyond the worth a promise made by a mortal would hold.

“Very well. Should such action be necessary, I will intervene, if to respect your wish. But only then.”

_{ky wished he could say that it would never be necessary. then again, he wished many things didn’t happen, but here he was – on the verge of losing himself to his own urges. his own darkness that he couldn’t control – not even if he attempted to do so.}

_{each time, things got worse, and he feared that he’d never be able to come back from whatever he truly was. the only problem was ky didn’t realize ( or he didn’t truly understand ) that it was part of him. his other half wasn’t just a beast – it was him. he just distanced himself from it as…. it was easier to play it off his own inability to resit temptations in that state.}

_{“it will be.” more than likely not – ky didn’t yet realize he’d have more control over himself in that form, but to do so… he’d have to accept every part of himself. accept that he’d eventually have to chose between what he wanted to be and that eventually there would be no in between points.  it was something he wasn’t ready for – didn’t think he’d ever be ready for, but he’d eventually have to be ( more or less ).}

_{either way,  he ran his hands through his hair, and he tried to focus; maybe that way he’d be able to get through this with-out too much damage. though, the reality was doubtful – very doubtful. “It will be necessary,” he said, eyes closing tightly as he let that mortal facade slip away; finally giving into what he’d been fighting to become. “- it always is.”}