The man cloaked in red could feel the pain, with every passing moment the lump in his throat grew bigger, the mere thought that he might cause harm to the one thing he cares about tore him apart. He had composed himself enough to not shed anymore tears, but it was still very obvious as his voice continued to tremble and his eyes wavered. Hakai was not a weak man emotionally, nor was he prone to outbursts like this. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something within him just flipped. The mention of war, the empire Hayden had built, it all seemed so familiar. Even the smell of blood, sweat and tears made him sick to his stomach -- smells he was all too familiar with during his campaign against Vizard Corps. Hakai was not a fool, he understood the dangers that Shadow Fall proposed to the world and it's current state, to not see a blight like that would be impossible. For the longest time inaction was the best path to tread... but did it remain that way? Keeping himself unaffiliated, showing and letting his daughter grow into a beautiful and smart young woman. But perhaps -- perhaps the world wouldn't let him do it.
A moment of silence passed as Hayden posed the question, asking if he truly believe he would ask Hakai to become a cog in the war machine. "I don't know enough about you to answer that. You wouldn't be the first to ask me to crush their enemies."
A sigh crossed over the body of Hakai, his arms were raised from his pockets as he crossed them just atop of his chest, eyes closing briefly as he listened to the words of Hayden. A fool? For wanting to avoid war? In the eyes of Hakai, the world had enough people on either side. For someone like him to get involved would not only end terribly for all sides, but throw Hana into the path of danger. Perhaps there was no other course of action, perhaps Hayden was right. "Maybe I am a fool."
Hakai's red eyes darted to the Vastime leaders chest as a hearty thump radiates off him, followed by the eyes of his daughter whom still gripped to his side with intensity. Hana's eyes began to well up as she watched Hayden speak, her purple outfit practically merging with Hakai she clung that tightly."I know very well what Shadowfall are capable of, and I know just how deadly their destruction will rain down upon all I hold dear. Perhaps you are right, that neutrality can only work for so long in the events to come."
The Vizard king's eyes darted downwards as he took a deep huff of air, arms continually crossed. Just what is Hayden getting at here?
Hakai thought. To remain neutral but keep him in line? What a strange relationship indeed. The person Hakai had grown to be over the course of three years was always a life of solitude, not to be entangled with the problems and trifling of giant nations and organizations. This forced him into a cross road of sorts, thinking of whether he truly would remain independent or somehow be dragged into the Vastime mess currently present. "As for putting you down, in the worst case scenario..."
His eyes flicked back up and met the coffee eyes that were constantly pinned to him.
"If it came to that, and you pose a threat to Hana or me, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Hakai's voice seemed to rattle, the clear sense of anxiety and sadness vibrant above all else as he spoke. This was net meant as a threat, nor did Hakai wish to offend Hayden in anyway - simply to understand the man he was getting involved with, a man whom would throw anything down for the one person he holds dear.
Hana's eyes darted up to Hakai as she let go of his body, feeling the emotion draining from him as he stood there, eye to eye with Hayden. As the person responsible for this, the reason her father still stood, she couldn't help but feel as if she was becoming a burden. The love from her father was undoubted, but at what point did she just become another problem? As she let go, she could feel the consistant trembling of Hakai's chest, still not recovered from the thought of Hana dying due to his actions. "I... I don't want to be a burden..."
Hana felt sort of out of place, the conversation between the two men revolved around her, but she had no place. Like she was stuck in limbo, torn between fighting a war she has no place in or eventually forced to fight for freedom in the case of Shadow Fall's victory."... I stopped believing in Gods a long time ago."
His voice had perked up a bit, vaguely returning back to it's normal pitch as the trembling in his chest began to fade. "I won't join Vastime, and I won't be ordered around like some war dog."
His hands dropped from their cross at chest level, returning to his pockets as he began to walk, hopefully with Hayden following. "... but you're right, you know. This battle will find me eventually. Perhaps it is time I stopped running."