It was difficult to listen to her. The trauma was too great for young K'nahli. She simply couldn't accept the truth in his words. She couldn't accept the severity of his wounds and the brutality of his death. K'yohko could not let her near the body. It was cruel perhaps, but whatever she was seeing... it was not what was happening. How could he offer his daughter comfort? In what way could he make her see? There were no ways. There were no words. Only pain.
"He is dead K'nahli. I am sorry." K'yohko breathed out quietly, the comforting tone he had so subtly tried to weave broken. Now there was no comfort he could give. All he could be was cruel to her, and cruel he would be. K'yohko could not indulge her delusions. There was too much to do. Too much at stake. Should he allow her to mourn and indulge that idea that K'yhaega was still alive, he feared she would turned into another K'piru. K'yohko could not handle yet another useless body, mourning and flailing in the sand while he ground his bones to dust keeping away Bloatflies and Sandworms and Jackals, and Sun Drakes.
"K'nahli..." K'yohko spoke sternly, a once tender hug turning more into a stranglehold on his daughter. "You have disobeyed your mother and worried her greatly. There is much to do for those of us who remain. I am going to take you back to your mother, and I ask that you aide her in whatever way you can. Honor K'yhaega's memory by helping those who might still live." That was the only wisdom he might impart to his daughter. The only things he could say that might even try to patch the wounds. And so K'yohko moved to stand and hold his small daughter to his broad and broken chest, lifting her with him no matter what fight she may put up. He desired to walk her back to his treasured mate and hope that the woman could console K'nahli, when all he could do was be cruel.
"He is dead K'nahli. I am sorry." K'yohko breathed out quietly, the comforting tone he had so subtly tried to weave broken. Now there was no comfort he could give. All he could be was cruel to her, and cruel he would be. K'yohko could not indulge her delusions. There was too much to do. Too much at stake. Should he allow her to mourn and indulge that idea that K'yhaega was still alive, he feared she would turned into another K'piru. K'yohko could not handle yet another useless body, mourning and flailing in the sand while he ground his bones to dust keeping away Bloatflies and Sandworms and Jackals, and Sun Drakes.
"K'nahli..." K'yohko spoke sternly, a once tender hug turning more into a stranglehold on his daughter. "You have disobeyed your mother and worried her greatly. There is much to do for those of us who remain. I am going to take you back to your mother, and I ask that you aide her in whatever way you can. Honor K'yhaega's memory by helping those who might still live." That was the only wisdom he might impart to his daughter. The only things he could say that might even try to patch the wounds. And so K'yohko moved to stand and hold his small daughter to his broad and broken chest, lifting her with him no matter what fight she may put up. He desired to walk her back to his treasured mate and hope that the woman could console K'nahli, when all he could do was be cruel.
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