He dissolved his image of his biological father and agreed to let her adjust her device of her own accord, though he knew not for what purpose. Loki leant on his septre, the blue giving him an eerie glow. Taking in her words, he wondered why she should keep the book closed on her past life. He knew she was far from proud of that part of her, but he considered it a part of her nonetheless.
"Why do you deny that your former nature is still a part of you?" he asked curiously. "I am of the firm belief that the path behind us is still one that we are certain of; it's the future that we have no control over and should be wary of." He beckoned her down from the branches with his eyes, not enjoying how far away she was. "Why must you hide from me, Kytana?"