Leaning back against a tree trunk leading further down the path to where the camp sits, Lloyd stares up at the night time sky, swords at the ready by his side, arms pulled up behind his head, pillowing it. His jacket unbuttoned, Lloyd takes the time to appreciate the warm breeze that flows through his hair. He's kinda lonely, to be honest - at some point, he's gotten used to staying up with Malos or Zelos when he does stay up, but he's well aware the alone time would probably do better for him than ignoring everything in favor of talking bout stupid shit.
After all, what a fucking day they've had.
With a quiet sigh, Lloyd pulls his arms away from behind his head and grabs the wood block and carving tools inside his jacket pockets, intent on continuing his mini-project best he can.
Zelos' sword is a son of a bitch to carve, and Lloyd's really hoping his memories of it won't fail him here. There's a groove right here, in the center of the blade - the pommel looks like this, right? And the shoulders are barely connected to the handle, so the weight of the wooden blocks has to be balanced. It's easy to get lost in the movements, so Lloyd tunes up his hearing, paying close attention to any noise that could be suspicious in the meantime. It's here where he starts to think about the events that had transpired over the past few hours, the same ones that left his entire group battered and tired.
Lloyd glances over at Malos and Anna, and then Sheena and Zelos. Both pairs are obvious in their exhaustion, in the way they sleep deeply, and in Anna's case, he hasn't seen her conscious in hours. Concern sets itself in Lloyd's gut, but he ignores it. She's alright, she'll be fine, Zelos saved her. He'll have to thank him for that, really. Zelos saved all of them today.
His ether high crosses into his mind and he sighs again, upset that he had been so useless when everyone else needed help. It was a shitty feeling, and he's still not quite sure what triggered it aside from just the angel transformation. But he had been doing fine before the cannon…?
Whatever. Lloyd hears a sound from his eight o'clock and snaps to attention, dropping the tools and wrapping his hand around the pommel of one of his swords. This world's Kratos slowly walks out of the shadows of the forest, so Lloyd quietly lowers his hand back down again, keeping an eye on him but willing to let him sit back down without interruption. Malos had told them he might come back, and if Malos trust this Kratos, Lloyd will too. For this, at least.
Kratos lifts his head and they make eye contact. Lloyd breaks it.
(Eventually, he thinks. Eventually, Lloyd will be able to trust him. But not right now, and he feels guilty at how he's judging this Kratos, but. But.)
Kratos talks to him. Getting used to actually hearing his voice anywhere other than in his memories will take a bit, Lloyd discovers, given the way he blinks at being talked to directly, but he does pay attention. The idea of giving up watch in favor of sleeping is laughably bad, in Lloyd's opinion, but Kratos wouldn't know the extent of his issues. So he just shakes his head, sends him a civil, closed-mouth smile in responds.
"Nah, I'm alright. Wouldn't sleep well tonight anyways," he clears his throat a little, content on leaving it at that, but. There's a note of concern in Kratos' voice, and it's so reminiscent of the few times his own Kratos would talk to him when he couldn't sleep, and the words drag themselves from his throat. "Thanks, though. I appreciate the offer."
Lloyd pauses when Kratos apologizes, averting his gaze to the half-carved block in his hands. Guilt eats up at any remaining anger because Lloyd really did yell at someone who was having a noticeably terrible time. Of course Kratos would be distressed, Martel and Colette are in those cannons. Hell, even Lloyd is distressed about it, and he's not even from this world, but that's Colette -
Don't think about it, Lloyd. Nothing you can do from here, as weak as you are. Focus on the situation on hand.
"It's… fine. Apologize to Zelos, not me. Sorry I yelled at you like I did," Lloyd replies, stubbornly refusing eye contact. "You were hurting. I could have been nicer about it."
Silence reigns for a few moments, before Lloyd opens his mouth again. If they're gonna travel together, he might as well make sure Kratos knows what boundaries not to cross. "And, uh. You didn't know, so it's - whatever. But don't use the word 'cannon' around Zelos. Don't directly mention it at all, if you can avoid it. It freaks him out and sends him spiraling."
TIMESKIP HEAVEN NOW
Leaning back against a tree trunk leading further down the path to where the camp sits, Lloyd stares up at the night time sky, swords at the ready by his side, arms pulled up behind his head, pillowing it. His jacket unbuttoned, Lloyd takes the time to appreciate the warm breeze that flows through his hair. He's kinda lonely, to be honest - at some point, he's gotten used to staying up with Malos or Zelos when he does stay up, but he's well aware the alone time would probably do better for him than ignoring everything in favor of talking bout stupid shit.
After all, what a fucking day they've had.
With a quiet sigh, Lloyd pulls his arms away from behind his head and grabs the wood block and carving tools inside his jacket pockets, intent on continuing his mini-project best he can.
Zelos' sword is a son of a bitch to carve, and Lloyd's really hoping his memories of it won't fail him here. There's a groove right here, in the center of the blade - the pommel looks like this, right? And the shoulders are barely connected to the handle, so the weight of the wooden blocks has to be balanced. It's easy to get lost in the movements, so Lloyd tunes up his hearing, paying close attention to any noise that could be suspicious in the meantime. It's here where he starts to think about the events that had transpired over the past few hours, the same ones that left his entire group battered and tired.
Lloyd glances over at Malos and Anna, and then Sheena and Zelos. Both pairs are obvious in their exhaustion, in the way they sleep deeply, and in Anna's case, he hasn't seen her conscious in hours. Concern sets itself in Lloyd's gut, but he ignores it. She's alright, she'll be fine, Zelos saved her. He'll have to thank him for that, really. Zelos saved all of them today.
His ether high crosses into his mind and he sighs again, upset that he had been so useless when everyone else needed help. It was a shitty feeling, and he's still not quite sure what triggered it aside from just the angel transformation. But he had been doing fine before the cannon…?
Whatever. Lloyd hears a sound from his eight o'clock and snaps to attention, dropping the tools and wrapping his hand around the pommel of one of his swords. This world's Kratos slowly walks out of the shadows of the forest, so Lloyd quietly lowers his hand back down again, keeping an eye on him but willing to let him sit back down without interruption. Malos had told them he might come back, and if Malos trust this Kratos, Lloyd will too. For this, at least.
Kratos lifts his head and they make eye contact. Lloyd breaks it.
(Eventually, he thinks. Eventually, Lloyd will be able to trust him. But not right now, and he feels guilty at how he's judging this Kratos, but. But.)
Kratos talks to him. Getting used to actually hearing his voice anywhere other than in his memories will take a bit, Lloyd discovers, given the way he blinks at being talked to directly, but he does pay attention. The idea of giving up watch in favor of sleeping is laughably bad, in Lloyd's opinion, but Kratos wouldn't know the extent of his issues. So he just shakes his head, sends him a civil, closed-mouth smile in responds.
"Nah, I'm alright. Wouldn't sleep well tonight anyways," he clears his throat a little, content on leaving it at that, but. There's a note of concern in Kratos' voice, and it's so reminiscent of the few times his own Kratos would talk to him when he couldn't sleep, and the words drag themselves from his throat. "Thanks, though. I appreciate the offer."
Lloyd pauses when Kratos apologizes, averting his gaze to the half-carved block in his hands. Guilt eats up at any remaining anger because Lloyd really did yell at someone who was having a noticeably terrible time. Of course Kratos would be distressed, Martel and Colette are in those cannons. Hell, even Lloyd is distressed about it, and he's not even from this world, but that's Colette -
Don't think about it, Lloyd. Nothing you can do from here, as weak as you are. Focus on the situation on hand.
"It's… fine. Apologize to Zelos, not me. Sorry I yelled at you like I did," Lloyd replies, stubbornly refusing eye contact. "You were hurting. I could have been nicer about it."
Silence reigns for a few moments, before Lloyd opens his mouth again. If they're gonna travel together, he might as well make sure Kratos knows what boundaries not to cross. "And, uh. You didn't know, so it's - whatever. But don't use the word 'cannon' around Zelos. Don't directly mention it at all, if you can avoid it. It freaks him out and sends him spiraling."