The question hit him hard, but the reassurance of the fact that Delano didn't intend on leaving him now was of great assistance to the damaged Keto, who was hurting badly from the retelling of his fall. "I have no idea what I am going to do now... There is so much wrong in me, and so much pain left to even consider a path, vengeance seems obvious, but I don't even know who they were..." He shuddered as he remembered the attackers, demon like, driven to kill without so much as a thought of self preservation. It was a nightmare, and Keto, after long nights of rage fueled strength, now found himself absolutely terrified of the world around him and inside his head.
He whimpered silently as he fell to the ground, no longer the unbreakable beast he had been just moments before, deep in the recesses of his mind it lingered, but he was broken now, the emotional floodgates spilled forth his pent up trauma as he lay there in the dirt. He was a grown lion, former heir to a throne, the self reliant killer who had survived, though somewhat by luck, the greatest destruction the world had ever known, and yet he lay there, like a cub after a bad day, letting his horror be shown to all who could see him.
It grew dark as he lay there, almost too fast, and he didn't care to move, immobilized by the feelings of grief he felt. He had been so furious, so pent up, that he had failed to grieve for his loss, and now he was paying for that in the purest fashion, feeling all at once the pain that should have been spread out over the time between the day he woke up and now. He cried himself to sleep that night, painfully aware that the rogue was watching him, concerned over his sudden break down. It should be him sitting there, strong and resolute, the provider of care for the victim of his inner beast, yet it was not. He was still mortal it seemed, and all it took was the truth to prove that again. For the first night in days he dreamed, and he regretted every moment of it...