For all his life, Kai never did understand why their father was so keen on ignoring him. Now, as he was turning eighteen, he finally understood. His father wasn't ignoring him. His father was just stern and overspoken, prone to fits of anger (which his mother was due to shield him from) that lasted minutes, he was a dire man with an even bleaker vision of the world. He had survived brushes with death, and each one seemed to form a new scar, brush him with a new kind of taint. He wasn't nice, for the life of him, he tried, he wasn't encouraging, he was just... traditional. And Kai happened to not fit his ideal archetype of "Eldest son" he was so desperately trying to fit his children into. When Kara was finally old enough, old enough to crawl over and take a liking to one of the many weaponry hanging about the house, father had found someone to fill that role. She would be the sacrificial lamb, per say, the one to guard Kai from the expectations of his father (as, his other brothers hadn't filled father's expectations to the brim ENOUGH, he was in need of more). For this, Kai was grateful. He never showed it, but he owed her more pain than he could dare help her. It was only with his love that he showed, that slight vulnerability he cast upon her, he used to direct his affections. She would never know this, of course. He made sure to watch out for her, provide her with as much information and lower-class hunting missions that would keep her safe. He knew what hunting had done to his brother, unfortunately, and he knew it could just as easily be repeated onto her. He would not allow the brush of death to taste her mortal skin, no, he was far to selfish to allow anything close to that. And so he provided guidance. In areas he was sure in (which, since his mother's death, weren't many) he would teach her what he knew, safety precautions, ignored or otherwise, would be imparted to her, to allow her the best chance at surviving the lead hunter, the most dangerous job, Kai cringed at the medical bills his father was still paying off, would be made less dangerous by his hands. He owed her his sanctuary, whether she knew this or not, and he would pay her back with his life.