[ well, that nonsensical idea is close enough. they already have an alliance in protecting the Yggdrasill sapling, ever since Yuan took up the mantle of the tree's guardian.
but that's neither here nor there.
however minuscule it was, Lloyd catches the slight softening in Kratos's expression. it throws him off, definitely, because he also sees the man that he knew was his father and not someone who's claiming that Lloyd shouldn't know squat about it. he's not seeing the wrong face of the past, he's not seeing Kratos the angel; he's seeing Kratos the hero-- no, Kratos, his father. it quells his annoyance some, but not entirely. he'll only feel better when he knows that Kratos will realize that yes, Lloyd knows that he's his father.
that yes, Lloyd's already long since forgiven him.
and that yes, he wants nothing more than to run into his father's arms because he's missed him so, so much even though they had their own circumstances to worry about.
for now, he'll just put up with this steaming pile of bullshit so that he could explain his side of things. ]
Yeah, I didn't know you were my dad.
But I know now thanks to Yuan, and it's been a while since I found out! [ "almost two years" a while, to be exact. plenty long enough for Lloyd to have completely forgiven Kratos and accepted him as his father, even if it only took Lloyd a matter of days in reality. the urge to beat this factoid into him, to grab him by the lapels of his dumb swallowtail cape, was growing so immensely that Lloyd had to ball up his fists in an attempt to root himself to the ground and not rush the man before him.
unfortunately, Lloyd was never one to be patient. already, he can feel his arms shaking from how much he's holding back. ]
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but that's neither here nor there.
however minuscule it was, Lloyd catches the slight softening in Kratos's expression. it throws him off, definitely, because he also sees the man that he knew was his father and not someone who's claiming that Lloyd shouldn't know squat about it. he's not seeing the wrong face of the past, he's not seeing Kratos the angel; he's seeing Kratos the hero-- no, Kratos, his father. it quells his annoyance some, but not entirely. he'll only feel better when he knows that Kratos will realize that yes, Lloyd knows that he's his father.
that yes, Lloyd's already long since forgiven him.
and that yes, he wants nothing more than to run into his father's arms because he's missed him so, so much even though they had their own circumstances to worry about.
for now, he'll just put up with this steaming pile of bullshit so that he could explain his side of things. ]
Yeah, I didn't know you were my dad.
But I know now thanks to Yuan, and it's been a while since I found out! [ "almost two years" a while, to be exact. plenty long enough for Lloyd to have completely forgiven Kratos and accepted him as his father, even if it only took Lloyd a matter of days in reality. the urge to beat this factoid into him, to grab him by the lapels of his dumb swallowtail cape, was growing so immensely that Lloyd had to ball up his fists in an attempt to root himself to the ground and not rush the man before him.
unfortunately, Lloyd was never one to be patient. already, he can feel his arms shaking from how much he's holding back. ]