He and Anna dosort it out, and though Kratos is still upset, he is glad she's alive, and she does seem to be genuinely sorry, so maybe he can find it in him to forgive her. Eventually. Since they have the same destination and he doesn't exactly want to leave her after just getting her back, he elects to travel with them, of course.
Before Nia leaves, Kratos asks her if she'll take the core crystals he gathered, since he certainly doesn't want to be lugging them across the continent on a rescue mission. She complains-- as she does-- but agrees, and keeps quiet about it, so that's alright. It's also out of his hands.
The travel plans don't change, though Kratos admits after some consideration that there's probably no point stopping at Mithos' tower-- chances are that he's likely long gone, already on his way to save his sister. They're more likely to bump into him on the road, or arrive after he's already freed Martel, given the speed advantage Mithos has with his wings. The good news is not stopping at the tower will save days of travel.
Truthfully, Kratos spends most of today's travels dissociating, trying not to think about Martel suffering, trying not to think about how long it's going to take him to get to her. He remembers-- him and Martel, traveling to get to Mithos. Those were the longest weeks of his life. It feels like a repeat is playing out before him, now, just louder, more voices to fill the terrified, urgent silence he and Martel traveled in some hundreds of years ago. Oh well. Everyone keeps their distance from him, at least, which is good becuase Kratos is not quite certain he'd react well if anyone got close enough to touch him, and doubts he'd be a good conversation partner, either.
After what feels like an eternity, the sun finally starts to set, and they pick out a place to camp for the night. Kratos starts to make himself useful, but then--
The sun abruptly yanks itself upwards, out of sunset position.
And then it swings due south, like it intends to set there instead.
Kratos stares for a long, long moment, his core slowly going numb as he processes what he is seeing and moreover what it means.
"Oh, no," he says, tries to breathe around his horror.
"What the fuck?" Anna asks.
It takes Kratos a second to find words, to make himself move, but he has to, he has to. "Mithos," he explains, somewhat breathless, frantically shoving everything he's unpacked back into its bag. "It's--" But he can't quite find the voice to explain that the sun only does this within a few miles of Mithos when he's outputting an extraordinary amount of power, way more than he would output normally, safely, and if he's using that much power then something's very, very, very wrong.
"Consider it a distress signal," Kratos says, knowing the sun has positioned itself right above Mithos' current position. "We need to move."
MITHOS HEAVEN FUCKING NOW
Before Nia leaves, Kratos asks her if she'll take the core crystals he gathered, since he certainly doesn't want to be lugging them across the continent on a rescue mission. She complains-- as she does-- but agrees, and keeps quiet about it, so that's alright. It's also out of his hands.
The travel plans don't change, though Kratos admits after some consideration that there's probably no point stopping at Mithos' tower-- chances are that he's likely long gone, already on his way to save his sister. They're more likely to bump into him on the road, or arrive after he's already freed Martel, given the speed advantage Mithos has with his wings. The good news is not stopping at the tower will save days of travel.
Truthfully, Kratos spends most of today's travels dissociating, trying not to think about Martel suffering, trying not to think about how long it's going to take him to get to her. He remembers-- him and Martel, traveling to get to Mithos. Those were the longest weeks of his life. It feels like a repeat is playing out before him, now, just louder, more voices to fill the terrified, urgent silence he and Martel traveled in some hundreds of years ago. Oh well. Everyone keeps their distance from him, at least, which is good becuase Kratos is not quite certain he'd react well if anyone got close enough to touch him, and doubts he'd be a good conversation partner, either.
After what feels like an eternity, the sun finally starts to set, and they pick out a place to camp for the night. Kratos starts to make himself useful, but then--
The sun abruptly yanks itself upwards, out of sunset position.
And then it swings due south, like it intends to set there instead.
Kratos stares for a long, long moment, his core slowly going numb as he processes what he is seeing and moreover what it means.
"Oh, no," he says, tries to breathe around his horror.
"What the fuck?" Anna asks.
It takes Kratos a second to find words, to make himself move, but he has to, he has to. "Mithos," he explains, somewhat breathless, frantically shoving everything he's unpacked back into its bag. "It's--" But he can't quite find the voice to explain that the sun only does this within a few miles of Mithos when he's outputting an extraordinary amount of power, way more than he would output normally, safely, and if he's using that much power then something's very, very, very wrong.
"Consider it a distress signal," Kratos says, knowing the sun has positioned itself right above Mithos' current position. "We need to move."