"It," Mithos says, startled, leaning a little backwards even though Lloyd has only turned towards him. The song dies in his throat, and the lights he's conjured around him vanish in his shock. "I mean. Father did," he says, mouth feeling very dry.
Is Mithos embarrassed? Oh definitely. Other than Zelos, the other day, Kratos and Presea are the only two people who Mithos has sung around before - well, and Martel and Father, but that was years and years and years ago - so... Well, it's fine, but he's flustered. He also doesn't understand why Lloyd suddenly cares so much.
"I don't think the words mean anything," Mithos continues blabbering, still nervous. "Or if they did, I could never get Father to explain, but. I couldn't get Father to explain a lot of things, really. It took me forever to even convince him to teach me the song to begin with." He squints, then. "Why? Do you know it?"
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Is Mithos embarrassed? Oh definitely. Other than Zelos, the other day, Kratos and Presea are the only two people who Mithos has sung around before - well, and Martel and Father, but that was years and years and years ago - so... Well, it's fine, but he's flustered. He also doesn't understand why Lloyd suddenly cares so much.
"I don't think the words mean anything," Mithos continues blabbering, still nervous. "Or if they did, I could never get Father to explain, but. I couldn't get Father to explain a lot of things, really. It took me forever to even convince him to teach me the song to begin with." He squints, then. "Why? Do you know it?"