Both can feel the world churning beside them, and they move as one to see what's happening. Kahl wears hatred differently than Asmodeus, but not so much that it isn't vividly clear; not so much that Zerxus doesn't gaze straight into it and see pain.

When Zerxus stands Asmodeus grasps wrist, but doesn't hold onto him when he moves away; claws scrape against his pulse without leaving a mark. Turning his back on the devil is dangerous, but he's done it before.

"Kahl." His voice is soft and steady, as he crouches down in front of the god who never betrayed him, never caged or wrecked or condemned him. "I'm here. I'm here, and I will do everything in my power not to leave you."

Behind him, there's a huff of laughter that borders on a growl. "You finally found your lost child. Congratulations."