new life stirs from the ashes

Lysanias's eyebrows furrowed as Oath spoke, skepticism clear in his gaze. He found himself often more confused by the prospect of gods than he found himself believing in them. His father claimed to be one sometimes, yet his father bled and lived amongst them, which was not very godly to him. And if there were Gods, wouldn't they do more to protect their people? He paused briefly trying to wrangle his thoughts, trying to figure out what to say to Oath. But soon enough, his uncle offered him a way out of commenting on something so unknown.

"I want to learn, I want to keep my mother and my sister safe." his voice was firm as he spoke, yet it wasn't because of confidence, it was more because of necessity, "I do not want to see people hurt those I care for." He nodded his head, for a pup he was determined. His view on life was already shifting in the way of being more negative, he found himself caring less and less with every day that passed. Found himself questioning why they tried as hard as they did, yet even then when he saw his sister, his mother, Ganymede, and even his father, he yearned to make sure nothing happened to them.

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he moved to meet Oath's gaze, "Why is it that I crave to protect them? I do not understand, I feel so conflicted with it all." He asked, while his words spoke of vulnerability and confusion, his voice did not falter. "Why protect anyone at all?" he grumbled out the last part, the furrow in his brows deepening as he all but glared up at the man before him. Expecting a yearling, nonetheless, to know the answer to all his qualms.