[Kratos is beginning to understand why Lloyd had gotten so frustrated with him, when they first began the Journey of Regeneration. It is extremely frustrating watching someone think and being unable to tell what they're thinking. In this case, the lack of a face really isn't helping matters, but it does make Kratos wonder whether Skulduggery had been equally difficult to read when he was alive.]
Kill you? No.
[Kratos shakes his head emphatically, flipping through the book back to the facial expressions.]
Angels -- them.
[He nods toward the other angels, still watching them. Part of him hopes one of them will try to join the discussion. Then Kratos taps the neutral-faced picture. He doesn't know what the word beside it is supposed to represent; the face is entirely blank of any emotion.]
This.
[Kratos pauses, filtering through the vocabulary he's already learned and imprinted on the cruxis crystal from when he was reading in the car. I, my, are, be, have, want ...]
My want for them --
[And he circles every other face on the page. He wants them to be able to feel. He wants them to be able to take command of their own future, for once, finally.]
no subject
Kill you? No.
[Kratos shakes his head emphatically, flipping through the book back to the facial expressions.]
Angels -- them.
[He nods toward the other angels, still watching them. Part of him hopes one of them will try to join the discussion. Then Kratos taps the neutral-faced picture. He doesn't know what the word beside it is supposed to represent; the face is entirely blank of any emotion.]
This.
[Kratos pauses, filtering through the vocabulary he's already learned and imprinted on the cruxis crystal from when he was reading in the car. I, my, are, be, have, want ...]
My want for them --
[And he circles every other face on the page. He wants them to be able to feel. He wants them to be able to take command of their own future, for once, finally.]