It wasn't a change so much as who and how always mattered. Of course he broke under his father. It was his father and he had no reason to think it was another at the time. But the temple, he had been able to recover so much faster. Red Son was used to cruel words, of his pain being shoved in his face. It was why he stopped caring for the world, because if he didn't care, then their words Did Not Matter.

MK wasn't talking to him.

It was the Lady Bone Demon.

And he did not care for Her.

That was making it a lot easier to bite back the pain from the barbs. To keep himself focused. Do not show weakness. Do not break. Even if it means isolation and loneliness, it was better than breaking. He did it for centuries, and he can do it now. Use that double edged sword to keep provoking her attention to him.

"Destiny is as much about chaos as it is about order," Red Son said, straightening her up. "It does enjoy its cycles, after all."

The question was a dangerous one. With MK's body at her disposable, it could be dangerous. But if MK could remember anything, hear him, any lies were dangerous.

"I love MK," he said. "Apparently its immensely obvious to anyone who isn't us."