Kell scoffs. Family. He's only ever had one person he could genuinely call that. Rhy. Having been ripped away from his home and dragged here did improve things for him on that front. A lot. He still has Rhy. That's the most important. He'd die without him. But now he also has Jayce and Istredd. Lucifer and Wilhelm absolutely count into their weird ensemble too. Further out, there's Kyle and Viktor. And Mat, and Jesper. So many people Kell started to rely on, people he feels safe with, people he lets see the side of him that's not always brooding or angry at the world. So no. It's not always unpleasant. A year ago he would have agreed, now he simply cannot.

"It mostly is. Though I'd say the one I chose for myself here is a major improvement over what I had back home."

It's good that Lucifer doesn't look. So he won't see how Kell freezes with each world he speaks. I was attacked That he doesn't see how Kell's hand shoots to his throat, to the jagged scar that crosses it. It's a faint line at this point, mostly healed. Still, a reminder of the metal collar that burned his skin, blocking his magic, draining his power along with his blood. My power was cut and bled out of me. Kell is only able to stare in horror, speechless and immobile. Memory of this nightmare springing unwanted to the forefront of his mind. For the brief moment, he feels it all over again. The dread, the desperation, Holland's... no, Osaron's laughter ringing in his ears. Unable to move, unable to fight, barely able to breathe.