don’t think she never noticed him not calling her some maternal name, or even anything affectionate. she wasn’t sure exactly why she was excluded from being called mother, something her heart ached for, but val’shara never brought it up. ky could be so very like his father, unwilling or unable to discuss, or explain. she had learned that the hard way. person sounded so clinical, cold.

‘ for something, perhaps. not for much. ‘ val’shara pulled her veil back down, so her son wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. ‘ has your father been criticizing you again? ‘

_{‘does it matter?’} 

_{it was easier to avoid explaining anything. he could try, but in the end, ky didn’t think anyone would truly care. he sealed himself away from everyone -even himself- from the world. he worked towards trying to destroy it… trying to end it. just so he could fill  that void that seemed to be nowhere and everywhere at once.}

_{‘i haven’t seen him in weeks.’}