[ there's a brief silence, at gladio's observations, and while kathashun doesn't agree or disagree, a weight seems to lift from his shoulders. a willingness to talk, maybe. he is young, to rule, and some things hold true over all young rulers. this shit is hard.

but when gladio asks about his father, his brow furrows slightly, and kathashun laughs slightly before folding his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his loose robes. ]

He wasn't particularly kind, to anyone.

[ mildly enough, as kathashun ducks his head slightly, to look at the ground, with a slight frown. ]

King Kallathor would hang someone as soon as look at them, for theft, for lying . . . he believed in a heavy hand, when he ruled. No one was surprised when he died under -- less than perfect circumstances. It was a matter of time.