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Odin could hardly blame the boy for his want to return to the past, and had made his peace with the fact that he may always harbor such a desire. Thus, he decides to tolerate the boy’s claimed wish for the time being, grey-blue gaze sympathetic as he settles a large hand on Ky’s small shoulder. 
    “Continue to repeat such to yourself, boy, and you will know what madness is.” Repetition wouldn’t benefit his future heir, but the All-Father knew that this matter required a delicate approach.What Frigga would say in a time like this, he wasn’t sure, and missed her presence more with each day that passed.

 As a spoil of war, the Black one’s son was a valuable bargaining chip; and old Wotan would plainly refuse to let him slip from his sight. Judging a change in scenery to be required, he steps back from Ky to grant him some space, proposing a new suggestion.
    “But let’s not waste time on sorrows felt. There is much work to be done if we are to make a king of you one day, young prince. Are you sufficiently prepared for such an undertaking?”

_{It was more than just a simple desire;  it was a longing to go back to the one place he knew. The one place that he could truly call home; a falsehood that he knew more than likely wasn’t true.
Even now, he was getting used to his surroundings, but it wasn’t something he could outright admit. Maybe when he knew the true feeling or even word he could, but for now, he didn’t even know if saying anything else was a good idea.
Every fiber of his being pleaded – no, it begged for him to come back to that dark realm.  It was not just an escape, but it was, in his mind (at least for the moment) the one place where he didn’t feel so out of place.
      However, he ignored every word said by Odin. Not paying attention as his hands formed into tight fists; his anger that rarely showed (so far) starting to come to the surface. “Take… me… back,” the boy said, barely able to speak as his fingers dug into the palms of his hands. “Or they will get you.” By they, usually the Demons who protected him and – were now dead-, but Ky didn’t know that.} 

_{Then again, he didn’t really know what he was doing either… being away from the other Realm was slowly starting to change him. For the firs time, Ky was starting to obtain a clear head; an individual personality, but it would take ages for it to fully develop. 
      “I want to go back.” A pause. “I want…” And then he trailed off in silence as he shifted his gaze to the ground.} 

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He strains to listen as Ky fights with his words, jotting down mental note after mental note in regards to the child’s behavior, mannerisms and, surprisingly, sullenness. At first he thought all demons to be born reckless and raging, a hazard to any who had the unfortunate luck to cross their paths. But such proclivities weren’t seen in this one. Perhaps it was his humanity keeping him in check? Odin could only speculate at this early juncture.
     “Do not lie, child. You are clearly far from any conceivable definition of ‘fine’.” Insomuch as wellness could be lent definition, anyway.

“And this fact bothers you, yes?” It was hardly surprising. Those kept in terrible places would long to return to such habitats if removed from them. He’d have a difficult time trying to convince Ky’lar that being constantly beneath Mephisto’s thumb was no life at all, and would go so far as to show him such should he be granted permission to do so. 
    “Would you rather I return you to the sulfurous pits where thence I plucked your writhing, fragile form from its latest torment, hmm?”

_{Lying wasn’t what he intended, but idea of the word was still foreign to him. More specifically, he didn’t even know what lying meant. It was all still new;  until that moment, all he had done was spend time alone in Mephisto’s realm, and his focus had been  on staying out of trouble.
    His training was going to begin soon, but for now, or so he was told at least, Ky needed to stay out of the way. After-all, they were in the middle of a War, and while he didn’t know exactly what that meant… what he did know was that it was bloody.}

_{If Ky was being honest, he wanted to go back; to be where he knew things. To where he didn’t have to talk and he could just watch. It was, a term he had just learned; lonely. He just didn’t think that it mattered. Not when it was the only place he knew until that  time.
     “Yes,” he finally said, eyes shifting towards the ground. “It…  bothers me.” However, he didn’t  say the part that he was thinking; that he’d be fine. He’d deal with it… something that he’d  heard before when Mephisto and Blackheart  were arguing one day. 
        “I’ll  be fine.” No, he wouldn’t, not even close, but he didn’t – no, he couldn’t voice his true thoughts on the matter. All he could do was try to hide his fear and hope  this was just a bad dream. That he’d wake up back home where he didn’t feel… so out of place (even though deep down Ky knew that he was the only one out of place there).}

_{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.”}