_{Whilst not known for his patience, the gallows god would serve to disappoint his detractors at this current time by mustering forth a tolerance for the young and inexperienced demon child as he managed to find his footing. It wasn’t too long ago, relatively speaking, that he had removed a jotunn child from the harsh expanse of his frigid world, and now the Norns had seen to it that history repeat itself, this time with Odin adopting one of the devil’s brood.}

_{Before he lets his mind wander any further, the All-Father stops walking to bow respectfully to Ky’lar the youngest of his heirs and also the one with whom their life expectancy was in doubt. He was but a mortal if by half at that, and thus susceptible to the rot that was oblivion’s touch. With magic, he knew that he could free the boy from such an end, but Odin was not the giving sort; at least not until he had strong reason to bestow such a grace upon an individual.}

_{“It means an end to loneliness, my child, for which I have known you to experience for far too long a time.” But of what sons to task with looking after Ky’lar as he adjusted to his new surroundings, he could but think of three. Unfortunately, with abroad Týr it left but two available; baldur and thor, both of whom were still in the process of proving themselves. He had hope that the responsibility of looking after a life may curb the wildness that had instilled itself within them both.}

_{“On my one eye, I swear that you will never know such isolation ever again.”}

_{Loneliness; he didn’t even know what the word meant. Let alone what it truly was to feel such a thing. Nor did he know how to actively pinpoint what he was feeling. So far, the only emotions he had truly understood were rage and self importance.} 

_{This was the first time he had truly not just experienced, but understood curiosity, but not the sort he had before. This time, he had questions – loads of questions. He wouldn’t ask them though; it wasn’t his place… that was something that was instilled in him even before hand. 
Asking questions usually came with snide remarks from the Black one, but more so a pat on the head from the red one. Here… it was odd. People were like him; they were not… he didn’t know how to even describe them, but he knew he ‘fit’ in far better.
     “I’ve been fine.” No, he hadn’t; he knew something was missing, but as to what? He didn’t know. The boy accepted that he would always be different – it just wasn’t the case here. Truth be told… he didn’t even know what fine was. It was acceptance – no, only acceptance and obedience.“i’ll…” he lowered his head and glanced away from the All-father. “It’s just…” he couldn’t even get the word out; he didn’t even know how to explain ‘strange’ but he attempted to try his best by saying something similar. “Not the same.”}