"Didn't get that from me. In fact, I would argue he got it specifically because he didn't get anything from me. Anger and emptiness, and the wandering is simply to try and find something to fill that hole."<br/><br/>He gave Inari a very neutral look, before standing with a sigh. "I guess my fear was well founded after all. I am heading over to his place, please don't try to get there ahead of me and soften this. That will only make it much, much worse."<br/><br/>He paused at the door, before running a hand through his hair, and then over his forehead. "Damn, you would think me expecting this for nearly a millennia and a half would prepare me better, but..."<br/><br/>Another headshake, before he stepped out. "Oh well, lets do this. To the skies..."<br/><br/>A quick firing of the repulsors to get to burn height, and then he kicked the engines on, taking a scenic route to Kimat's place, his wings leaving a vapor trail behind him as he danced through the skies, hopefully igniting imaginations and hopes of the kids and the admiration and envy of the adults and teens. That was how he planned to fight Barid for the moment, just in case he was telling the truth. Get the people on his side, cause he was at least closer to understanding them then Barid was, a thorough bred blue blood and always the absolute cream of any noble crop.<br/><br/>A half hour later, he slowed and descended in the clearing near his son's place, before taking a moment to compose himself. There really was no 'right' way to walk back into someone's life after more than a quarter millennia, but a mental message was too impersonal, and a gathering implied a slight level of distrust. Here, they could be themselves. He just hoped the forest survived his son's temper, as neither of his parents were known for being of the even kind. He then walked to the door, and knocked, idly curious if his first reaction to him was going to be a fist, or a verbal beatdown.