He fixes Ky with a cautious glare, mouth pressed into a thin line, but makes no effort to reply. He knew that the man’d find a way to throw it back in his face, rejected in the same way as all his other attempts at conversation had been. It’s why, on this occasion, which was his first visit to Ky’s quarters in a while that he showed up not to waste time on senseless debates, but to impart new information.
   “I had been, until Father bid me to return. He gave me instructions to meet him in the main hall of the palace, and meant for you to attend as well.” Stepping off to the side, he moved clear of the door as it spilled rays of sunlight into the darkened room. It crossed his mind to ask why Ky’lar preferred to see by shadows rather than the bright rays of daytime, but he let such thoughts go for now.

“Shall we depart? Or would you rather be escorted by royal guard?”   

_{“I’d rather being doing several things,” he mused. To say them wouldn’t gain him any favors, but he knew eventually they would come out. Even so, his moods were turning darker, and it was all he could do to stay away from everyone.
So, he chose seclusion, and trying to leave Asgard than actually bringing anything up. That way, he could deal with this on his own, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone else getting more involved than they already were.It might not have been the best of ideas, but it was the only one that he had. 
“However,” he finally said, sucking in a deep breath, and turning towards Thor, “I don’t need guards.” Part of him wanted to spit out that he needed space, but he managed to hold his tongue in check for the moment. No, if he was being asked for, it had to either be something important or… maybe it was just a way to get Ky out of his seclusion.
No matter what the case was, he ran his right hand through his hair with a grunt. “Let’s get this over with.” Or, rather, the sooner they got it over with, the sooner Ky could come back to his quarters and ignore everyone. “Unless, you have something else to do first.”}