misanthropic drunken loner

Hattori waited, quiet and expectant, as the yearling grappled with his inner turmoil. He had his suspicions of course, fair few lingered by the borders for so long unless they wished to step over the threshold, but this was a conclusion the Fallen son needed to reach on his own. No weighty stares hurrying him along like a flicking hand, vamoose, just easy silence as the wind clattered the branches above.

The Shogun blinked slowly, expression shifting slightly as the muscles in his face relaxed. It made sense for the boy to yearn for the only home he'd ever known, Hattori did it too sometimes. But should the Shogun deny him? And what would Venom think? She did not seem the type to brand Toxicity's children guilty by association, but the hurt inflicted by the Fallen ran deep. Family had a way of inflicting wounds like no other, designed to hurt long after the scar had healed.

Hattori exhaled, a rush of air flooding out from the dark of his nose. Close to a sigh but not quite."If that is what you wish, I will see the arrangements made." Mortal or not Hattori had his ways, if the boy wished to learn he would.