Northstar Vale ≡ Fly On Your Own

How had he not noticed the presence of the children? Perhaps he didn't want to. Maybe it was his keen desire to stay away from a den that didn't hold she whom he so hoped it did. After all, it had only been luck that he had not happened upon the den whilst they were at their most vulnerable. Awake. Susceptible to the pain he did not know they were enduring. He was better in the dark. Oblivious to the misery. 

Ignorance was bliss. 

 Still--Hotaru emerges. He mustered every tendril of strength his little body could and he seemed to hiss at Collision. A frown impressed upon his features and golden eyes seemed unimpressed with the poor behavior. This was not how they should be. 

 "For you to speak with respect," Collision strengthens his own stature and looks at the child. Discipline needed to be taught. Rank be damned. Lineage forsaken. He would do well to learn that courtesy would beget civility, "What's wrong, Haruki?" Collision did care about the boy. He cared about each and every one of them. He wanted the young man to understand that. He offered a more concerned look. A sigh drifted between his lips and he sat down before the boy. He wanted to disregard the hostility. He wanted him to understand he could be bare with his feelings.