Their role reversal was almost complete. The once God was now not just unworthy, but falling deeper into that mindset. On the other hand, Ky was changed; not just worthy, but actually attempting to be better than he’d ever been.
Deep down, he knew that this moment would come; where he’d have to chose between being worthy and falling back into old habits. Truth be told, he had thought with Mjolinr, he’d be able to resist that call – to resist the darkness that always was there. The only problem was now… he just had far more to lose.
Thor, for as much as he hated him… could respect him; Worthy, Unworthy, or even Otherwise. The former God of Thunder was not just an amusing opponent, but also, a worth-while one. A reason to why their fights went on like clockwork.
However, now Ky was actually being honest. As much as he didn’t want him to do this – there was nothing Ky could personally do. He’d have to rise above this self-imposed ideal’s of trying to save him and let him make his own foolish decisions, but was it right? To not at least attempt to help – maybe, maybe not, but the truth of the matter was that being decent was all so… new to him.
A reason to why he took a few steps forward and let a deep breath escape his lips; he even put down the hammer as he raised his hands up. For now, he was trying to reason with Thor, but even then… he couldn’t stop this. Ironic… since Ky could have been in that same position if things were drastically altered.
“I can’t stand by as you do something foolish, Thor. You know that.”