And then, as if watching him break the cell doors off of their fucking hinges wasn't impressive enough, Lloyd goes and lifts the goddamn wall like it's nothing. Well. Okay, he seems to be struggling, but still, holy shit holy shit holy shit. Anna's somewhat terrified, mostly awed, a lot proud.
Kratos ducks through, first thing. Anna can't blame him.
"Hey, no problem," Malos tells Sheena, as he bends down to scoop her up. "I don't mind." And he ferrys Sheena past Lloyd.
"Thanks," Anna tells Lloyd, as she slips past him. "That's--" She can't think of what to say. "Incredible," she settles on. She's kind of worried about him. Now probably isn't the time. "Good job," she says, instead, and because she doesn't know what to say she slides forward to check on Kratos, real fast.
"Kratos?" she asks. He's taken a few steps down the hall, eyes scanning, rigid and clearly on edge, but-- more responsive than earlier, at least. Maybe she shouldn't press him, but. "How you doing?"
He hesitates long enough she isn't sure he'll answer, but then: "Nine," he gets out, kind of croaky.
Not quite a panic attack. Very close to one. Alright. "Gotcha," Anna says, in acknowledgement. "You gonna be... okay? While we get out of here?"
"Have to," Kratos answers. "Mithos."
Anna nods. Swallows. "Kvar's dead, remember," she says, quietly. "You're alright. He's not gonna--"
"I know."
"Just wanted to remind you. That things are okay. That no one's going to hurt you," Anna says, persistent, if uncertain. "Thought maybe it'd help."
"Thanks." It's terse, so it's hard to tell if he means it, but she has to forgive him for his one-tone, one-syllable answers, right now. The fact she's getting words out of him at all is a miracle. Finally he turns, and he stops, eyes locking on a path down the left. He must've picked out Mithos' signal. "This way," he says, and starts walking.
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And then, as if watching him break the cell doors off of their fucking hinges wasn't impressive enough, Lloyd goes and lifts the goddamn wall like it's nothing. Well. Okay, he seems to be struggling, but still, holy shit holy shit holy shit. Anna's somewhat terrified, mostly awed, a lot proud.
Kratos ducks through, first thing. Anna can't blame him.
"Hey, no problem," Malos tells Sheena, as he bends down to scoop her up. "I don't mind." And he ferrys Sheena past Lloyd.
"Thanks," Anna tells Lloyd, as she slips past him. "That's--" She can't think of what to say. "Incredible," she settles on. She's kind of worried about him. Now probably isn't the time. "Good job," she says, instead, and because she doesn't know what to say she slides forward to check on Kratos, real fast.
"Kratos?" she asks. He's taken a few steps down the hall, eyes scanning, rigid and clearly on edge, but-- more responsive than earlier, at least. Maybe she shouldn't press him, but. "How you doing?"
He hesitates long enough she isn't sure he'll answer, but then: "Nine," he gets out, kind of croaky.
Not quite a panic attack. Very close to one. Alright. "Gotcha," Anna says, in acknowledgement. "You gonna be... okay? While we get out of here?"
"Have to," Kratos answers. "Mithos."
Anna nods. Swallows. "Kvar's dead, remember," she says, quietly. "You're alright. He's not gonna--"
"I know."
"Just wanted to remind you. That things are okay. That no one's going to hurt you," Anna says, persistent, if uncertain. "Thought maybe it'd help."
"Thanks." It's terse, so it's hard to tell if he means it, but she has to forgive him for his one-tone, one-syllable answers, right now. The fact she's getting words out of him at all is a miracle. Finally he turns, and he stops, eyes locking on a path down the left. He must've picked out Mithos' signal. "This way," he says, and starts walking.