[Lloyd is indeed awake, sprawled beside Kratos and hardly daring to breathe in case the moment shatters. He isn't sure what's going on, except that Yuan can apparently hear something Dad is saying. He isn't even sure Dad knows there's someone else in the room. But he stares with wide eyes as Uncle suddenly has really long hair. Luxurious hair, even. And it's blue. It looks weird.
[Fifteen years. Kratos can barely comprehend that, barely even notices when Yuan grows out his hair, despite his complaint about it.
[Fifteen years. Fifteen years since nearly all hope of rebellion died with Yuan's Renegades. Fifteen years since Anna and Lloyd ...
[Kratos blinks wordlessly up at Yuan, barely aware of the tears he's shedding. He doesn't really have an answer. He's not even sure what happiness means, anymore, and this shows through as a shifting storm of undefined thought, of pain and loneliness and the knowledge that his student preferred to see him in agony than at peace, that Mithos had been satisfied that Kratos no longer had anything to live for.
[Fifteen years. Fifteen years, and Kratos still doesn't have anything to live for.]
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[Fifteen years. Kratos can barely comprehend that, barely even notices when Yuan grows out his hair, despite his complaint about it.
[Fifteen years. Fifteen years since nearly all hope of rebellion died with Yuan's Renegades. Fifteen years since Anna and Lloyd ...
[Kratos blinks wordlessly up at Yuan, barely aware of the tears he's shedding. He doesn't really have an answer. He's not even sure what happiness means, anymore, and this shows through as a shifting storm of undefined thought, of pain and loneliness and the knowledge that his student preferred to see him in agony than at peace, that Mithos had been satisfied that Kratos no longer had anything to live for.
[Fifteen years. Fifteen years, and Kratos still doesn't have anything to live for.]