Despite the ferocity of Lloyd’s anger and disbelief, Mithos’ comment about Kratos - Origin’s - lack of love for his son pierces past it and embeds itself like a knife in Lloyd’s heart. Realistically, he had known this was the case for ages, had known that he hadn’t done anything worth being proud of him for, had known that Origin probably hadn’t wanted him from the start, but to have it so blatantly pointed out managed to hurt him further than he’d like to admit.
But Mithos is right about one thing: Origin has a terrible track record of being good to people he’s supposed to love. “He was forced into a corner with me,” Lloyd excuses, begrudgingly, shoving the locket back under his tank top and rebuttoning up his collar, “but he had no excuse with you and Martel - none at all. He had no excuse for any of this!”
Dragging innocents into a world that was corrupt from the start, letting people suffer when he had the ability to put an end to it, having all of that power and deciding this was the best way to handle it - what a fucking farce. All of the things Origin has just let happen - (the fact that Colette and Martel are suffering, shoved together in a way that encroaches on both of their freedoms, the fact that Zelos had been so threatened he felt no he had no other choice but to -)
Lloyd swallows hard, anger forcing itself past the momentary hurt again. “I don’t even know how I’m eventually going to talk to him without losing it.”
[Ironic starts playing vaguely in the distance to the instrumental of curb your enthusiasm]
But Mithos is right about one thing: Origin has a terrible track record of being good to people he’s supposed to love. “He was forced into a corner with me,” Lloyd excuses, begrudgingly, shoving the locket back under his tank top and rebuttoning up his collar, “but he had no excuse with you and Martel - none at all. He had no excuse for any of this!”
Dragging innocents into a world that was corrupt from the start, letting people suffer when he had the ability to put an end to it, having all of that power and deciding this was the best way to handle it - what a fucking farce. All of the things Origin has just let happen - (the fact that Colette and Martel are suffering, shoved together in a way that encroaches on both of their freedoms, the fact that Zelos had been so threatened he felt no he had no other choice but to -)
Lloyd swallows hard, anger forcing itself past the momentary hurt again. “I don’t even know how I’m eventually going to talk to him without losing it.”