Kratos is not the worst person who could be standing here, right now, though Malos can definitely name a few he'd rather see. Couldn't it have been Jin? Nia, maybe? Someone he didn't have to explain being not-dead to? Never mind that, Malos, Lloyd sounds like he's having a horrible time (and if he's unexpectedly suffering ether high, no wonder) and they need to find everyone else and get out of here--
Malos doesn't have time to think anything else, because Kratos' sword is suddenly pressed to his neck. He blinks. Laughs, startled. Kratos looms over him and Malos, though on his knees, gets the idea. He's not meant to move.
"H- Hey, holy shit, Kratos," Malos gets out, glaring up at his son-in-law. "I get if you're mad but--"
"Friend or foe," Kratos demands, no nonsense.
"Friend, Architect,," Malos swears. "Kratos come on, not in front of Lloyd."
Kratos blinks. Malos notices, now, that he's trembling, his sword not exactly steady where he holds it against Malos' skin. He looks away from Malos to Lloyd, and though most of his face is covered by his hair, Malos knows he's confused.
"Not our Lloyd," Malos explains. "But, a Lloyd. Come on. I'm sure he hates seeing this."
Kratos lowers his sword, though he doesn't dismiss it. "You remember me," he says, and then: "I thought you were dead."
Malos flinches under the weight of that stare. "Yeah, and we shoulda told you we weren't, I know," Malos hedges. He wonders if he's good to get to his feet. Everything hurts like a bitch. Maybe wait, til he needs to for sure. "Look. Can we-- later? We need to get Lloyd out of here."
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Malos doesn't have time to think anything else, because Kratos' sword is suddenly pressed to his neck. He blinks. Laughs, startled. Kratos looms over him and Malos, though on his knees, gets the idea. He's not meant to move.
"H- Hey, holy shit, Kratos," Malos gets out, glaring up at his son-in-law. "I get if you're mad but--"
"Friend or foe," Kratos demands, no nonsense.
"Friend, Architect,," Malos swears. "Kratos come on, not in front of Lloyd."
Kratos blinks. Malos notices, now, that he's trembling, his sword not exactly steady where he holds it against Malos' skin. He looks away from Malos to Lloyd, and though most of his face is covered by his hair, Malos knows he's confused.
"Not our Lloyd," Malos explains. "But, a Lloyd. Come on. I'm sure he hates seeing this."
Kratos lowers his sword, though he doesn't dismiss it. "You remember me," he says, and then: "I thought you were dead."
Malos flinches under the weight of that stare. "Yeah, and we shoulda told you we weren't, I know," Malos hedges. He wonders if he's good to get to his feet. Everything hurts like a bitch. Maybe wait, til he needs to for sure. "Look. Can we-- later? We need to get Lloyd out of here."