Helena's voice rose, and her temper started to flare, but it was when she tried to leave that Kyle finally did something. Reaching forward he grabbed her, perhaps a little more roughly then he intended, but she was obviously against it so he'd had little choice. He pulled her back from the door, spinning her around so they were now standing in opposite places. His hands didn't leave her arms, after all, like as not she would simply try and run when he removed them. For a moment, his eyes flashed again, that face that he didn't want to show her. Trying to calm down, though only partially succeeding, he looked down at her.
"If we're going to do this, I should be the one who leaves." He slowly released his hands, standing up to his full height and heading for the door. Glancing over his shoulder he added, "We're not at home anymore. I can only keep you so safe away from my own walls." Kyle pauses, his hair obscuring his eyes, though their red glint still seems to shine through. "Especially with... present company." Glancing at her he heads for the door again, pausing before it, seeming to think. Quiet for a few moments he speaks rather suddenly, the tone in his voice a bit harsher than normal.
"Are you aware of why nobles covet the powered so much? I doubt you've been told, after all, it's a rather well kept secret." He glances over, his gaze a bit cold. "Powers don't run in noble blood. In fact, they show up most often amongst those of the lowest class, the caste-less, and the wanderers. You really never wondered why those nobles who prided themselves on their pure blood never had powers? Why it's always the bastards, like me, who inherit it? I get them from my father of course." As he speaks, he seems to fade from his harsh tone, though his distaste is still apparent. After another moment, he speaks again, his tone once more changes, this time softer, more understanding.
"Despite my seemly gilded life, I do understand. My mother loves me only as a reminder of her lost lover, what with our apparent similarities. My father accepts me as his heir only because he knows the advantages of having a powered in his bloodline, though cares little for me personally. My brother hates me because despite him being the oldest son my appearance means all he deserved was stolen right from under him by, to use his words, a half breed bastard who's only defining feature is the powers granted to him by that dirty blood." His eyes drift over to Helena, holding hers for a moment before he continues.
"The same brother who not only tries to kill my wife, but will kill my child as well, unless I kill him first, whether directly or indirectly." Kyle pauses, his hand reaching for the door. He glances back. "If you are responsible for your brother's death, as you say you are, then I am guilty for the death of mine as well. And the death of our child, though it will not come to pass. I am guilty for the pain you've enduring having to suffer the visions of such an event your entire life. For without my powers, I would not have stolen my parent's love, and thus caused my brother to go to such lengths to regain it." Kyle pauses again. "A familiar story, it seems." He seems sad for a moment. "Think on it." Kyle reaches for the door again. "Your hands are not as bloody as you think." Pausing for a moment, he mutters something to himself, barely even a breath. "I wish I could say the same of myself." Opening the door, he steps outside, closing it behind him.
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