Heart-to-Sword, Sword-to-Heart

The young man didn't feel the surge of energy to get up from the bed and do anything, too tired after his childish tantrum to motivate himself for anything. For Kyrie, these days would be hazy. Caring and babysitting a sociopath while keeping an eye on the safety of Mary, Crowe, and the innocents there.

Life found a way of difficulting or screwing up in unexpected ways. Kyrie could only step up and match the machinations of fate step by step. It wasn't as if there were any options available besides those.

Across the room, the faint shape of Wolf Prince was there, a small glimmer of flames in its "eyes". His loyal companion will never betray him for anything in life and will stand by him in storms or hell itself.