“i just don’t see how this is my problem,” he said arms crossing over his chest. even if it was, ky didn’t feel like he was needed. if strange couldn’t do this on his own? it was on him. “focus on one or the other.” either way, he wasn’t going to help – not unless he absolutely had to. even then? it would be up for debate.
“No you can’t just kill everyone. I won’t allow that and neither will any of the other Avengers and I know— you know that.”
He shook his head walking over to the man and placing his hand on his shoulder, trying to help him know that there was someone that cared. “Ky’lar, you can’t think this way. You can do it— you can change the way people see you but it takes time. I’ve been there, needing to change the perception of others, even my own perception of who I was. It’s not easy but nothing worth something ever is.”
“yeah, well, it makes no difference to me.” maybe at one point it would have made a true impact on his actions. maybe he would have even pushed the thought out of his mind, but he truly thought he could take the avengers on.
ky was many things. though, at the root of it all… he was still a child. one that while he tried to fix things… he just made them worse. so, he went back to habits that he had been trying to break. more so since it was far easier to do that than anything else – at least to him. “you can’t change what you are.” a pause. “what i am.”
rage and anger; if he just let himself go, he’d destroy the entire area with no second thoughts. maybe that would have been for the best in all reality. to let go and show strange the truth.
instead, ky’s hands clenched into tight fists as he took a step forward. no, he didn’t need a fight, but he was still going to entice one if need be. “an’ you think i did?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “you may have had a choice in your fate. i didn’t – i didn’t CHOSE to be this. i was BORN this way!”
“or, i could just kill them all.” no chance needed on that little bit. change was something he attempted, but it was just so much easier to fall into old habits. more importantly, he felt far more comfortable slipping into bad habits than trying to change them. “either way,” he leaned his head back for a few moments. “It won’t change what they think of me.”
He focused on Ky’lar knowing if the man came to him, that there was somehting he couldn’t solve on his own. The order kept track of him, the way they did most that might give them issues but he’d been fine, quiet even lately and having him in the Sanctum was highly unexpected.
“So I’m guessing if you’re here and telling me about the demon that you don’t have a way to find or contain them on your own and you’re requesting my help in the matter?”
Reaching up, he tapped his lower lip with the tip of his gloved hand. He should have known that one of this level of demons had escaped but there hadn’t been any notice of a breach. “Let me ask you, do you know how they could have reached this level without some kind of warning? Is he that powerful that even your kind didn’t know that they were coming?”
he was about to elaborate on the situation; on how he could track them down. it wouldn’t be hard – he even had them on speed-dial. still, the idea of ‘kind’ came into play and that was when everything ( in his mind ) went south.
ky may not have came here for a fight, but he knew it couldn’t be avoided. not when the topic of ‘kind’ came into play. maybe it was childish of him to get so angry over a simple word, but then again, he didn’t care. not at the moment.
“my kind?” he asked, avoiding the matter of exactly why he was here entirely. “you might be many things, strange, but if you knew anything about me.” ky then moved to poke strange right in the chest – a bold move, even for him – “you’d know i stand alone on this.”
in truth, he was about to go on about how he didn’t care what strange thought of him, but instead, he stood his ground. no, he was doing this alone, and the only reason he was here was for assistance. though, now he doubted he’d even get an inch of it. “just like i do in everything else. i. have. no. kind.”
“ and why do i care about the city again?” honestly, ky would have enjoyed watching it burn ( on most days ). hell, he’d have done it himself if he could have gotten away with it, but still… he was trying to be better. even if old habits did die hard. “it’s been through worse an’ i’m quite sure it will still be around… with or with out my help.”
Stephen felt his fists tighten as the man walked into the sanctum. Taking a few steps forward, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes connecting with Ky’lar.
“I don’t assume this is a social call, so spit it out— what do you want?”
“oh, if it was simply a social call… i’d have brought drinks.”
a lie, he would have done something much worse. maybe even tried to burn the place down just for kicks. however, this wasn’t the time for simple games – he could do that enough with out even trying.
“let’s just say i’m here on business.” a pause. “the kind that involves…the murder of a class two demon.”
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