"You have a right to your anger." The goetia responded simply, still cupping the boy's cheek with a gentle hand. He could se the pain in Akechi's eyes and the hurt in his voice. "I don't think I need to tell you that life is cruel and unfair, not just in the human realm but I'm speaking about my own as well. We cannot choose the circumstances of our birth but we can choose who we call family. And Akechi..." There was a brief pause as Stolas gave him the biggest dopiest smile. "... you have become like a son to me. A very pink, squishy, featherless son."