Cataclysmic

here were so many things being left out in the open that Collision wasn't entirely sure how to respond. Yes, he was quite certain that Neo would be punished in a manner most volatile, however, he also knew that if he didn't handle things right the true manner of Valhalla would be at stake. They were not wolves of cruel intent, and they were most certainly not wolves that wished to merely cause disrupt among others. His eyes watched Luce, and for just a moment, he felt a bit bad for the woman. Bad that as a figure she was being denied just the right to protect him, to look out for a kid she had taken as a child...er lover? Quite the Oedipus complex if one were to ask him.

Ears would flutter back as the kid's words rang in his ears and his vision fell upon Neo. He seemed so stone cold. No, he was stone cold. His eyes flashed to Luce, asking her silence if but for a moment so he could gain inquiry from the young boy. "You needed to leave to be the center of attention. You have to be the king of the world, and why? Being king is a pain in the ass. The only difference is, that ass is a bit more royal," He was, at least, being honest.

"Valhalla will be your home until we have decided on a punishment for you, and I must say, my mind is heavily set upon castration, it wouldn't mean your life," his words slipped out and finally eyes were turned back upon Luce. Castration...he said it as though he was discussing the weather, and when he realized how easily he had said it, there was a deep regret in his eyes, a regret that no doubt Luce was watching unfold. "I'm sorry, Luce, but there is nothing I can do for you. I can not allow you visitation, because I can't risk matters with Tortuga getting worse," That was pretty much all the Valhallan King had to offer.