.       roman realizes too late the unqualified statement gives ky’lar free rein to order him to a vast array of tasks, limited only by his own creativity. he doesn’t want to trust that that creativity will be short-lived. he swallows thickly, fear spiking through his thoughts and leaving a lingering feeling of shame. never in his life did he think he’d be at a demon’s beck and call, yet here he is. but if it helps wes, it’s WORTH it.

        there’s still a spark of fury in his eyes as they raise to meet ky’lar’s gaze, jaw tense with the effort to hold back the biting remarks on his tongue. he can’t hold them all back, however. ❝ that’s what decent people do. ❞ there’s the implication there, that roman’s decent and ky’lar’s not, but that’s not news to EITHER of them.

❝ maybe if you had a brother like wes you’d understand. ❞ his voice is strangely soft, not as angry as he expects it to be, almost as though he’s begging ky’lar for some kind of mercy or empathy ( neither of which he should expect to get. ) 

         _{❝ maybe if i was human i’d understand, ❞  he shot back – sarcasm lacing every single letter of his tone. oh, he could on for days about what he never understood, but this wasn’t the time nor place for it. let alone with roman. ❝ people are willing to sell their souls for trinkets such as a house – a credit card and even a good marriage. ❞ he smirked. ❝ you did this for family – a brother and you want to know the truth, roman? ❞}

          _{ky placed his hand on the other’s shoulder. ❝ i don’t care about you. nor what you’ve done to help your brother. ❞ there was a slight amount of hesitation for a moment, but then he continued on anyways. ❝ families are shit – the sooner you learn you don’t need them? the sooner you forget about them and realize you don’t need them. ❞}