The freedom aspect of life as a rogue had certainly been a rather appealing point to the boy whether he realised it or not, imprisonment within Glaciem had left him craving such a luxury. There had been no disagreement with the other packs that had welcomed him warmly though, and even the taste of freedom wasn't what had kept him travelling around Alacritia in his isolated life. He'd been stuck whether he cared to admit it or not, unable to make up his mind as to what sort of life he actually wanted; one with Warja or one with his family. They were both important to him and for far too long he had tried to please both ideas, succeeding really in nothing at all but driving himself miserable. His own feelings hardly were Rune's concern and response the man gave him was more than enough to demonstrate that fact.
He stood silently, unsure on whether he should try and say anything else to strengthen his case or simply leave Rune to his thoughts, to eventually come to some sort of answer. Kismet feared now more than ever that it could be a no, that the Guardian would deem him unfit for the pack. Even with his poor little speech the Adravendi male doubted he had really done much to put himself in a good light and that was even without knowing Rune's fears for Kismet's close relationship with Warja. He wouldn't be the first to make these assumptions though, many had leapt to conclusions that still hadn't really entered the boy's mind.
The pauses between Rune's words seemed to take forever. Eventually he would speak once more, questioning as to why Kismet didn't seek out his family. Truth be told he had no good answer for that. Warja was with her family and living happily, surely he could live a perfectly happy life with his own and they could simply continue to visit each other, arrange meetings in the middle. He couldn't explain it but it wasn't enough for him. Even Soren he had grown somewhat distant from. He was still loyal to his family, would do anything for his brother but there was something about Warja that he simply couldn't find words for.
"I'm not a fan of the North." He spoke calmly. In the end that pathetic excuse was all he could come up with. Wasn't that the main reason he had left his family at the border's of Roman's pack? It wasn't simply to go and see if he could find Warja once more or would eventually cross paths with Sarak, he had despised the idea of being in a pack ruled by an Armada, had even feared being so close to Glaciem once more.
