Kur was never attached to anyone, or so he thought. He had one tiny weakness.. babies. He always had that fatherly instinct he could never remove, he didn't go hell and back for Admira, he did it for her baby, Mesh. But after accidently killing poor baby Mesh after letting Death Dealer become in control, he couldn't live with himself. He feared doing it again.

Then you came around with your little baby brother, being caring and the baby babbling happily. Kur hated it, well, he looked like it. He was pretending to be annoyed with the little baby, when really, anytime you turned your back he would wag his finger in front of the baby and smiles under the masked helmet.

As Kur cleaned blood off of his big axe, Death Dealer speaking to him in rhw back of his mind. The smell of deer meat cooking over a fire, you came up to him holding the baby out to him. He glared at the baby with red eyes, his heart melting within his chest as he looked at the chubby boy. "What're you doing?"