Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
There's a lesson in here about grief and trauma, the ways loss can make us overcompensate with stifling protectiveness. The loss of Mahina, their generational matriarch, had a trickle-down effect on the family, culminating squarely at Kaisel's feet. Add the disappearance of Anju, the corruption of Noe, and the general uncertainty of their home, and could you blame them all for trying to shield Kai against the world?
Getting himself nearly nuked out of existence isn't helping things.
Koa lets him pull away, though a part of him yearns to keep his cousin tucked safe and secure against his chest. Sighing heavily, he runs his fingers through his damp mop of hair. "Definitely enough of Torchline," the Dragoon agrees, weariness lining his voice, his eyes. "Let's go home. We can start working on training, maybe get some armor on you- ah, fuck, what'm I gonna say to your folks?" He grimaces, thinking about the chastising they're both sure to get from his aunt and uncle once the news gets back.
Placing his hand on Kaisel's shoulder, Koa starts to lead his cousin back to dry land. "Look... I won't report officially this if you really don't want me to. But Flora and Hadama will find out. Electrocuting someone on a beach isn't exactly subtle." Anger flashes molten in his gaze; he forces his clenched jaw to relax.
"But if you really don't want me to try and get Jack held accountable... that's your call. Just know I will beat the shit out of him, if I ever see him again." A promise that bodes no room for argument, even if Koa's the one who winds up Kentucky Fried next time.
Getting himself nearly nuked out of existence isn't helping things.
Koa lets him pull away, though a part of him yearns to keep his cousin tucked safe and secure against his chest. Sighing heavily, he runs his fingers through his damp mop of hair. "Definitely enough of Torchline," the Dragoon agrees, weariness lining his voice, his eyes. "Let's go home. We can start working on training, maybe get some armor on you- ah, fuck, what'm I gonna say to your folks?" He grimaces, thinking about the chastising they're both sure to get from his aunt and uncle once the news gets back.
Placing his hand on Kaisel's shoulder, Koa starts to lead his cousin back to dry land. "Look... I won't report officially this if you really don't want me to. But Flora and Hadama will find out. Electrocuting someone on a beach isn't exactly subtle." Anger flashes molten in his gaze; he forces his clenched jaw to relax.
"But if you really don't want me to try and get Jack held accountable... that's your call. Just know I will beat the shit out of him, if I ever see him again." A promise that bodes no room for argument, even if Koa's the one who winds up Kentucky Fried next time.
Koa Carpenter
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
