Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

Zephyr looks back when Kratos shifts, silver eyes finding him and lingering this time as he listens. He makes it sound so simple. So certain. Zephyr doesn't feel that confidence, but he tries to believe it, spurred by the promise of help and the small amount of hope it brings. Thank you, He settles for a simple response, deciding not to voice his doubts for now. Instead, he shifts the focus to the other half of the problem at hand. I wish Mal had told me he planned on having kids, though. What if he does that with everyone? After he... He manages to keep himself from finishing the sentence, but his expression falls into one of disgust and dismay before he can stop it. Ugh.