Kratos barely registers Zelos' anger other than that it is there, the slight rising temperature catching him more by surprise than anything else-- and really, only for a second. Zelos is a fire blade, it's to be expected. (Kratos' anger, light blade that he is, manifests in a pulsing of his ether lines, glowing faintly brighter to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The fact that he's a flesh eater means he glows barely brighter than a regular blade at normal, though.)
Zelos asks him what to do.
"We find Mithos, first," Kratos says, simply. "The tower is on the way." It will be slightly slower than taking the most direct route, yes, but-- "Mithos will want to save his sister, too. Better if we collaborate than let him run ahead on his own."
Kratos does his best to breathe, to keep his anger under control, but his mind is racing, feeding off Zelos' fury.
"After that, we head to Martel, and Colette. Saving them will be easy once we're there. Getting there is what will be..." He sighs. "Well, it'll be slower than it will be difficult. A party this large does not exactly move fast."
done and done
Zelos asks him what to do.
"We find Mithos, first," Kratos says, simply. "The tower is on the way." It will be slightly slower than taking the most direct route, yes, but-- "Mithos will want to save his sister, too. Better if we collaborate than let him run ahead on his own."
Kratos does his best to breathe, to keep his anger under control, but his mind is racing, feeding off Zelos' fury.
"After that, we head to Martel, and Colette. Saving them will be easy once we're there. Getting there is what will be..." He sighs. "Well, it'll be slower than it will be difficult. A party this large does not exactly move fast."