Phantom pain

Feeling like he didn't belong was kind of the core of his personality. He was part of Habari, sure, but he was no Klein. He considered Recluse and Deathbelle and Aryn all parental figures in a way, but he was not really one of their sons. He was no one - getting sick had only wedged that thought deeper and deeper into his mind, and now it seemed unshakable, tainting his every waking moment. Aryn disappearing on him only made it worsen. "Yeah, I guess," he mumbled barely-coherent agreement at Macabre's statement. His tone spoke of disinterest, but it shifted quickly as he continued to speak. "You must've already started training to fight, then?" Knowing who his mother, he was sure he already knew the answer. "Wanna show me what you know?" Maybe a quick little fight would help him feel marginally less miserable - though it wasn't like he'd really go all-out on a kid half his age, but it'd be something.