forty. Khaos was going too far again, planting people in an asylum. He had not heard from any of his siblings but he was sure if one of them was locked up he would heard about it soon. It appeared those in the asylum could communicate.
A toy fell from his son's hand with a clatter loud enough to stir him from his musings for the moment. He looked down to see the boy now occupied with Fiona, who had become rather tolerate of his son. A hand mildly ran over Nikolaas' head as the child sat, occupied with putting his hands all over the soft cat. His affection even toward his siblings (excluding Hypnos, Hypnos was always an exception) had been limited and to his child it couldn't be any different. Ma'at would make up for it (she was softer in her own way, better at all this).
And if this game affects him, I'll strangle Grandmother myself, he thought darkly.
If they could just finally get their hands on her.