Hypnos would listen. Yes he would listen, because he cared for Katja, even if he was unsure of where this would lead. Katja’s words were a sneer. She could not understand the same things he felt. His gaze was hot with anger, and he would spit back words heated as such.
“You speak of her because of her actions on one account, but you know her not, Katja!” The once-Olympian had his ears pinned flat to his skull. “She is no slave, and love is far from meaningless. You think it is abandoning my honor, but in abandoning her I have nothing. Kapra taught me to live in the moment, to go for what you seek and hold nothing back, and that is EXACTLY what I’m doing.”
Hypnos’ nostrils would flare. “I could give a damn about your opinions about her either! Mark me a slave, mark me a traitor, I don’t give a shit anymore!” Spit flew his maw he was so angry. “But don’t you dare compare me to those bastards that created me. My blood might be theirs, but my heart is not. Unlike them I will fight for what I believe and keep fighting until I can’t anymore. Until my last breathe is ripped from lungs.”
Hypnos would swish his tail angrily back and forth. “...and do you think I don’t know that you saved me, Katja? Do you think me ungrateful? I know I came to you of my own free will. But I did not give the full oath of one of your warriors, or have you forgotten the rank I was given?” Hypnos had begun laying his defenses as he spoke, prepared for the worst.
“...I am a fool Katja. I just don’t agree with what you’re doing. Our worlds are different, and I’ve for too long tried to lead myself into believing they were the same. I could give a damn what the gods believe... They’ve long since abandoned me anyway.”
Hypnos never looked away from her. “But I will not allow myself to be held down. I will not allow Mystic to be claimed by you or anyone like you, nor my future children.” The boy would snarl. “So go ahead and believe what you want. I’m ready to fight for my ideals.”
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