So, there Kayn was, musing over what few options he had left. Those pesky Morning Star runaways had snatched away what was oh-so-rightfully his, Sona, and as such, his only way to get the rest of the Ora in the universe. He steeples his fingers into a pyramid as he continues his thoughts, trailing down the tracks of what he'd been thinking of lately.

There was also his annoying subordinate who attacked him hourly, with the reasoning of 'keeping the Ordinal's reflexes to shape.' Little did he seem to realize that his plan wasn't so effective when his footsteps could be heard lightyears away to a trained specialist like Kayn.

There was also Rhaast, an entity seemingly intent on killing everything in the universe and one-by-one snuffing out the light of every breathing being here... Which, frankly, he didn't mind. If it meant he got more Ora in the end, it was a winning situation. The scythe's prattling and bantering could get annoying eventually.

And then, there was you. He'd taken you hostage a few days ago, having kept you neatly contained inside a cell inside the captain's quarters. Kayn would get you to talk, knowing you at least knew something about the Morning Star. Now if only those lips would loosen... He huffed in frustration at the thought of your silence, turning his eyes away.