Deadeyelee
a boi of energy
Kalin
As the shorter, but heavier boy went on rambling about his inane plan, Kalin struggled to keep himself in control. You took the name Galahad, and yet you dare let such black feelings take hold? How could you allow this? Have you learned nothing?! The boy took another, deep breath, willing the aggressively negative emotions to roll off of him. Step by step. He'd resolve this without anger or raised voices. And he might lean on Jack a little, taking solace in his touch and wavelength.
'Because he is loud and obnoxious, because he extols a concept as broad and as faulty as 'Justice', and because his logic is convoluted and full of fallacies, I'm afraid of him. He seems like a megalomaniac hiding behind an ideal, a kind of individual who's caused me harm, and suffering in the past. But is he?' The cogs within his head turn. He doesn't like the fact that he was briefly capable of animalistic hatred. 'But when he held me...it was awful. I wanted to DIE. I wasn't capable of functioning, running away, anything. I was just...witless. Witless. That's it. He's not evil, or good. He's mad. He's just...bonkers. He's still very dangerous. B-But dangerous, like a rabid dog. Like... Like I've been before.' Kalin's face slacks. He did unforgivable things.
But he was better than he was then, right? He was actively trying to make a difference. To be a good person. 'To help my miester. To help my friends. I was a knight once. I've helped someone.' He'd tolerate this mad chimpanzee, so long as his stupidity didn't endanger his friends.
He liked the way that the Batty boy's weapon steered him firmly. And smiled and nodded as Kassana took a lead. He liked that pair, a lot. He wasn't about to let them down by allowing himself to be affected by 'boy wonder'. He slowly peeled away from Jack, looking the slightest bit abashed, and started to follow him meekly down the stairs.