[She has to lean to see as closely as she'd like, but Kratos looks just the same in the tiny painting as he does here, standing in front of Raine. The woman has her own resemblance to Lloyd, and the child--]
[Detail, of course, is a little difficult at this scale, but the child could easily be Lloyd. Raine straightens.]
...I see.
[Lloyd doesn't know. Of course he doesn't. How could he? How could Kratos explain this? Now, of course, with his true nature revealed, there are more options opened to them.]
Kratos. How old are you, really?
[Older than he seems, she knew for sure, but a concrete number...]
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[Detail, of course, is a little difficult at this scale, but the child could easily be Lloyd. Raine straightens.]
...I see.
[Lloyd doesn't know. Of course he doesn't. How could he? How could Kratos explain this? Now, of course, with his true nature revealed, there are more options opened to them.]
Kratos. How old are you, really?
[Older than he seems, she knew for sure, but a concrete number...]