It's been nearly fifteen years since Dax's death and his breakup with Westol, and Kanna has adjusted to living mostly alone in his house, and having to take care of himself, and also being absolutely hopelessly in love with his friend, despite knowing it'll never work out again.

He spends most of his days shuffling around his house, using a written spell to teleport around when he's too lazy to really move far on his feet. He keeps himself alive, just enough to function. If his siblings come over to visit, he cleans up, and tries to be normal- but its not exactly easy. He knows that they know it too, and no one really talks about how he's doing outside of reminding him that he's gonna need more groceries soon. It's tense in Kanna's household, but he doesn't really care that much.

When he's outside, its for one of three reasons. Larania or Rodi taking him somewhere, Muffy or Lelyah wanting him around, or Westol. It always, always comes back to Westol. Kanna knows better- he knows that the ship has sailed and hit an island and made the island's volcano erupt all over the poor ship, killing everyone inside- but he still holds out hope for a few survivors to drive that boat back home like a hero. He knows he shouldn't.

But when Westol comes to pick him up, and smiles at him, all big and happy and genuine, Kanna's heart feels like its been dropped in that same lava- and the fire starts blazing once again.

He works from home as a mechanic, doing things out of his garage. He tried to get a job somewhere normal, with a real shop, but he hates when strangers try and talk about his uncle. Even when it came to working with cars and machinery, people would rather hear what brand of coffee pot the Dax Storm used, than have a normal conversation. He was expecting his uncle's fame to slowly fizzle out, but it seems plenty of people are still avid fans- not that he can blame them.

He never really stopped being a fan either. Sometimes, when he's really, really bad. On nights where he doesn't know if he'll let himself see tomorrow, he'll search through the shelves and find a movie- screening copy or otherwise. He'll set himself up on the couch, piling half the pillows beside him to mimic the other space being filled, and he'll watch through the movie alone, still pausing to try and laugh at Dax's silly face, or watching really close at a scene for the trip, or just closing his eyes, turning up the volume, and listening to the familiar voice fill the living room, pretending that there was never a time it wasn't there. On those nights, he'll open up the door to his uncle's room, and sit on the bed, looking around at all the things he hasn't ever changed, hasn't touched, and he'll lay there, and fall asleep with ice-cold tears drying on his cheeks.

Kanna grew up fairly alone. His father was a complete mystery, and his mother Clara had disappeared shortly after his birth- so, instead, he was put in custody of his uncle, Dax Luholt- or, as the public knew him, Dax Storm. A practical hyper-celebrity, who was always pretty busy with his work due to demand. Kanna didn't mind not really having anyone around- he learned to take care of himself as soon as he could, but this meant that he didn't really socialize with others.

Whenever Dax would come home, Kanna would eagerly listen to the new and exciting stories he'd brought back to tell of his recent work. These exciting stories lead to Kanna absolutely idolizing his uncle, thinking he was just about the coolest and best person in the whole world. He always looked forward to whenever Dax came home. Sometimes, Dax would bring the screening copy of a movie, and they'd watch it together, making fun of any time Dax made a silly face. (Kanna's favorite moments were when Dax would pause, rewind, and tell Kanna how many times he tripped over a specific object in the background- or how hard a line was to say- it made his idol of an uncle feel human, too.)

In school, Kanna had practically perfect grades. He spent more time studying than much else, and didn't really make many friends. A few came and went- with only three really staying around long, but one in particular seemed even more important, Westol. Kanna's favorite person in the whole wide world, who he loved dearly. He told Westol this often, and his beloved would always laugh it off. It was seen as something less than the romantic ideal, but Kanna didn't mind that much- he just really wanted Westol to be and feel loved. Even if it wasn't in the same way, all the time. This back and forth of confession and laugh-off continued well until they were in their late teens, when Westol finally agreed to date him.

For Kanna, a lot happened all at once.

Kanna had been happy in the relationship, and Westol seemed to be as well- but after an invitation to share a shower one night, Westol seemed to just... disappear. Kanna didn't know what he did wrong, but he was positive that it was his fault- that he'd made a mistake. He'd driven away the most important person he'd ever met, just like that. He couldn't get ahold of Westol at all, and started sinking into a depression.

Then there was an accident at the studio, and Dax never came home. Kanna was mourning alone, leaving his friends behind as well and locking himself away. He filed for emancipation to keep living in his uncle's home and not be fostered out until he became an adult. After a few forced interviews with news stations, he spent a long, long time upset, crying, refusing contact and letting life eat away at him. No one could get through, until Westol used a spare key to walk right back into his life out of nowhere. But Kanna wasn't entirely conscious for that- he was weak and needed help.

When Kanna woke up in the hospital, he was upset. Westol was sitting there, and seemed to be angry at him as well. Something about Kanna not taking care of himself, about how he was responsible and should've asked for help- about how he should have had Dax come home when he got that bad. Kanna was absolutely heartbroken. Tears instantly found themselves in his eyes, and he couldn't keep them back as he told Westol to leave. He was hurt. He was abandoned- he almost died. He wished Westol never would've came back, so he could have just died there. He didn't want to be together anymore- not like this. He broke up with Westol, and it only hurt more to see that obvious relief wash over his favorite person's form.

Before Westol left that day, they agreed that they could still be friends. Kanna knew that he couldn't just completely shut Westol out of his life- not with how bad he'd been for a near decade just being near this boy. It hurt, but it was better than nothing. It was better then dating, and that leading to the worst months of his entire life.