So apparently it had been an attack of retribution in a sense. A fae had lost her brother and attacked Kapra when he made a comment about it. His words were a scoff, but Hypnos could see both sides. In a strange sense he lived in a world that was part viking, still part innocent. It was his heart, the heart that belonged to Mystic, that kept him on the lighter side of things. He would shake his head. “One acts on what they feel is right.” It was more or less what Kapra himself had taught the boy.
Hypnos would stiffen as he was suddenly questioned sharply. The boy would steady his gaze however, knowing he must hold no shame in his actions. He would let his nostrils flare a little defensively as he spoke. “I went to see a girl in the South, Kapra.” He would say. “A girl whom you and Katja once tried to imprison. Despite her lack of warrior spirit I love her.” But how the man would respond to that he did not know.
