Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Darth Vader]

Jon squinted as the floating child hovered over to them, becoming even more puzzled as he'd seem to answer his question for Crona? Have I been cursed and banished away to sacred realm of magical children? Jon mused to himself quietly in his head. It was half a joke, at least. All the youths appeared to have powers of some sorts, where they the Primes the strange figure that brought him here was on about...?

Jon took a slight step backward as Crona grew anxious at the boy in the reds floating, a hand idly resting against the hilt of Longclaw. Part of him considered leaving Chrona and looking for his own way out of this mess, but there was no honour in leaving a frightened child alone, even if he looked perfectly capable of defending himself and had a demon friend inside of him to lend a hand. If father was here, he wouldn't do that... he'd stay with him.

Jon remained just as silent as Ragnarok sprouted out to speak his piece, shaking his head quietly. Once the demon would disappear, he'd merely step back into place, gripping Crona's shoulder ever so gently as he'd push him along slightly as move past Adam, expression remaining stern, sullen and guarded as always.