That got weird really quick. His gaze slowly shifted over to Kold. Atticus' head craned to the side as he pursed his lips together, debating on what to say, only to come out with: "What the fuck?" Talk about killing with spirit. The canine didn't agree with it, but to involve the kids was... rather strange. After all, the last time he knew of a child that got involved with the death of their father was Sweeney and that did not end swell. Hell-bent on revenge and fiery with an attitude, he believed his best friend never found closer. If Kold was to do this, Atticus hoped he would do it with closure and the children's mentalities in mind, rather than vengeance.

The canine's paw reached out to Asmodeus, attempting to put one on their shoulder. "I think it's best if you stay home," he interjected with. "Watching someone burn... is not for children." If only Sweeney was here to speak her mind. Then maybe Asmodeus would see his point, but for now, he tried to keep level headed and push the kids away from senseless violence.

A subtle smirk appeared on his maw as he turned to Kold. 'If you're burning Jormungand, I'll take yellow,' he proclaimed internally. Atticus wasn't keen on saying he wanted the children's father dead for ruining his relationship with Tanglewood and The Pitt.