Anna squeezes Lloyd back as with all her strength, holding tight. She spends about two seconds trying not to start crying before she gives up, hoping Lloyd doesn't mind too much about her getting snot on his shoulder when she tucks her face against it. She laughs and sobs in the same breath, her relief so overwhelming she can't do anything else with it, especially as words fail her for a moment or two.
"It's okay, it's okay," she says, even though the past eight years have been the worst eight years of her life, because Kratos is suffering and Yuan is dead and Spira hates her when it chooses to believe she's more than insane, and Lloyd-- He'd been so angry, when she returned home without Kratos, he'd been so angry and hurt and it wasn't like it was her fault but she bore the consequences anyway. It took them years to fix it, fix things between them, and even still up to this point he hadn't believed her, and.
She didn't realize how deep that wound ran until Lloyd's words touched it, like antiseptic on a bleeding cut, sharp and painful and better all at once. Anna laughs and clings to her son, feeling more settled in her skin than she's felt since.
Well. Before.
"I mean, why would you believe me, huh?" Anna jokes. "Of course it all sounded like nonsense! Imagine trying to explain Sin to someone who's never seen him, huh!" She laughs again, sharp. "It would sound like complete bullshit, and so would--"
She cuts off. That's. That's not a conversation she can have now, not here, not in a temple, not when Zelos is in the same room. But... tonight. She'll have to tell Lloyd about Kratos tonight.
"Nothing, nothing," she covers up, as she's done probably a million times before now. "The point is I understand why you didn't believe me, so I'm not mad, but... Thank you. Thank you."
OH, ALWAYS >;3c
Oh.
Anna squeezes Lloyd back as with all her strength, holding tight. She spends about two seconds trying not to start crying before she gives up, hoping Lloyd doesn't mind too much about her getting snot on his shoulder when she tucks her face against it. She laughs and sobs in the same breath, her relief so overwhelming she can't do anything else with it, especially as words fail her for a moment or two.
"It's okay, it's okay," she says, even though the past eight years have been the worst eight years of her life, because Kratos is suffering and Yuan is dead and Spira hates her when it chooses to believe she's more than insane, and Lloyd-- He'd been so angry, when she returned home without Kratos, he'd been so angry and hurt and it wasn't like it was her fault but she bore the consequences anyway. It took them years to fix it, fix things between them, and even still up to this point he hadn't believed her, and.
She didn't realize how deep that wound ran until Lloyd's words touched it, like antiseptic on a bleeding cut, sharp and painful and better all at once. Anna laughs and clings to her son, feeling more settled in her skin than she's felt since.
Well. Before.
"I mean, why would you believe me, huh?" Anna jokes. "Of course it all sounded like nonsense! Imagine trying to explain Sin to someone who's never seen him, huh!" She laughs again, sharp. "It would sound like complete bullshit, and so would--"
She cuts off. That's. That's not a conversation she can have now, not here, not in a temple, not when Zelos is in the same room. But... tonight. She'll have to tell Lloyd about Kratos tonight.
"Nothing, nothing," she covers up, as she's done probably a million times before now. "The point is I understand why you didn't believe me, so I'm not mad, but... Thank you. Thank you."