The threats leave Ankari taken aback. Not because they are frightful to consider, they should be that, but because they drip so thoroughly with malice and deception to Ankari is instead awash with a cold comfort from them. He outright quirks his head to the side in bafflement, leaning in towards Khoriya instead of away. Anybody else wouldn't have the ear for it, but when he next speaks, the difference is clear. That was not Khoriya.

That was a true monster...

Goddess save Ankari's wicked soul and weak heart. He hears Khoriya's terror at doing something he wishes not to do. He restrained himself this long, this far. Ankari steps forward, he boldly reaches out to place gentle palms upon the cloak covering his chest. He speaks firm and insistent,

"You made it all this way, Khoriya," he affirms, honest admiration of that in his tone, so painfully and frightfully sincere, "but these urges will drive you right back out there if not dealt with. My offers stands, if you'll only keep your wits... don't make me regret this,"