[It's made even more complicated back home where he needs human wishes to survive, making his acceptance of his father's will all the more necessary. Here, at least, he's free to follow a different path. But a millennia of living a certain way doesn't just fall away easily.]

...no, I suppose not. All my life I've wanted friends like I have now, here, and yet I kept driving everyone away out of fear they would get hurt. I-- I guess I don't have to do that now.

[It isn't as though his father's wish is his wish, after all.

Glancing at his hands as they flex, Yato finally finds it in himself to genuinely smile.]

You might be right. I love to create things - be it drawing, or weaving, or sewing. These hands don't just take, do they...?

[It's certainly a way he's never quite looked at things before, because of everything his father had repeated to him throughout the ages, over and over again until it seemed like hard facts.]

Kick off the study of godly natures, huh? I kinda like the idea of that. Just-- do my own thing, damn what my nature is supposed to be, and damn what my father raised me to do. I mean, hell, who'd think a God of Calamity could love, right? If I'm capable of that, I should be capable of anything just about.