#how unfortunate.

Oh! An entire week, just for me? How deli-

Kayn doesn’t answer him. Perhaps it is the storm beating against the trees outside that’s occupying his attention. A strange mood. Maybe his recent meeting with Zed has something to do with it too. “Private lessons,” Kayn always mentions with pride. A fool. But a fool that Rhaast needs as long as he’s trapped in his damned prison. 

He tries to creep deeper into the boy’s mind, explores farther. “A thousand kills I could give you. The power to rend an army if you let me help you.” Thunder booms, so loud across the sky outside. A proper typhoon.

“Shut up,” Kayn speaks up suddenly and at first Rhaast is not sure if he’s talking to him or the storm. “Tell me something that’s true.”

For a second Rhaast doesn’t know what to say. Millenia have not prepared him to share a mind with someone else. He looks at Kayn, sitting cross legged on his bed, one hand on his weapon. What is this mood? He doesn’t know how to approach situations like this.

“What are you talking about?” He growls. 

“Can’t even do it,” Kayn snaps haughtily. “All you do is spit lies. I’m going to beat you.”

Rhaast laughs, strange in the human’s head. “You? A human? You’re more of an idiot than I already thought you were.”

“Shut up,” the human repeats, this time with more venom. Something dangerous has crept into his voice. The wind picks up outside, howling mad. Rhaast wonders if this is an opportunity.

“Struck a nerve?” He pushes harder, searching for the right words to wound with. “Your temperament is so weak. Pathetic.” 

Kayn tips the scythe off the bed from where it rests across his knees. His connection to his host is suddenly weakened as Rhaast clatters to the hard floor. Lightning flashes outside, casts dramatic shadows across the inside of the monastery. If Rhaast still breathed his breath would be caught in his chest.  For an instant Kayn’s pale eyes shine. 

“Tell me one true thing,” he snarls, angry. Rhaast can tell his temper is not directed at him. Could tell in the way he’d been knocked to the ground. How times have changed. Once considered a god, now tossed aside carelessly. It’s a sobering understanding. 

“You have freedom,” He confides quietly, dropping his act for a moment. “I want that.” 

Kayn’s irritation abruptly deflates. Rhaast watches him slowly undo his braid on the bed, eyes closed. The storm continues to rage on. It adds such a strange atmosphere. Almost unsettling. He can’t pinpoint exactly what it creates. Perhaps a feeling of finality, a reminder that some things will refuse to be forgotten.

...Not a gyudon...

Katsudon...