Derris-Kharlan. The locket. Mithos drags his hands down his face, not sure if he's laughing or sobbing at this point. His Father, the Architect, is Kratos. Lloyd's Kratos.
Mithos sits with his face in his hands, pressed against raised knees, trembling, trying to swallow both Lloyd's fury and his own.
His feelings about Lloyd's Kratos were already complicated, as were his feelings about his own Father. To know that they're the same person....
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Mithos mumbles, into his hands. If he lifts his head, Lloyd will see the hot tears that streak his cheeks. The dreamspace removes any chance of his voice not carrying to be heard, at least. "If I--" He laughs, angry, sick. "If I had any delusions about Father loving me... Of course he doesn't love me. He couldn't even love you."
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Mithos sits with his face in his hands, pressed against raised knees, trembling, trying to swallow both Lloyd's fury and his own.
His feelings about Lloyd's Kratos were already complicated, as were his feelings about his own Father. To know that they're the same person....
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Mithos mumbles, into his hands. If he lifts his head, Lloyd will see the hot tears that streak his cheeks. The dreamspace removes any chance of his voice not carrying to be heard, at least. "If I--" He laughs, angry, sick. "If I had any delusions about Father loving me... Of course he doesn't love me. He couldn't even love you."