Kosmo !!
Kosmo nodded with a quiet, but steady “Sí, señor.”, determined eyes looking at both his father and the head of his institute, his fingers curling around his stele. It was what he needed. A responsibility he had forgotten before he got trapped in the Seelie realm. He wasn’t the best shadowhunter out there, but he still felt a sense of obligation. And, of course, there was a fear of not being able to do the only thing he could. After all, what could he possibly do if he wasn’t a shadowhunter? This was what he was born for. He could already feel the runes tingling on his skin, and he hadn’t even activated any of them. “Does this mean we can train with them from now on?” He asked, his smile matching his father’s.
Francis couldn’t help but feel pride, but he had to remind himself the reason for doing this. There were dangers out there and unseen threats. It was never a bad idea to play cautious. There were those that may take advantage of the situation at hand. They had to at least make sure others were not getting hurt. Those that could not fend for themselves were protected and justice delivered for those that needed it. They were in a different realm but the principals should be the same. Justice had not been delivered on his son’s front. He had not forgotten that. He was still seeking answers to that, but that came second to his own son’s wellbeing. “Absolutely,” he confirmed. He got up and moved away from the house to give enough space. He brought out his own Stele and activated a few of his own runes. “Now strike me,” he ordered with a glint in his eye. He wouldn’t make this easy, but he had confidence his son could land a hit on him. There were many different approaches he could take. Go straight for him or take his time and try and land a sneak attack.












