In another universe, another lifetime, Mithos might have discovered that his father was a reflection of Kratos and stalled. He hates his father so much for everything his father allowed to happen to him, every way his father neglected him, neglected bladekind, and trying to pin those sins on Kratos, on Kratos' shoulders would have resulted in turmoil, in confusion, but. But.
If the father who abandoned him and his creations is the same man that fought Lloyd, abandoned Lloyd... should he really be surprised? Can he even be surprised? It doesn't make any sense to him that Father could be could be the Kratos he knows, because the Kratos he knows isn't a horrible person, but Lloyd's Kratos was pretty awful too. Mithos supposes it makes sense that if Father was going to be Kratos, of course Father would be the Kratos who thought challenging his son to melee combat was a reasonable way to get to an end goal, and that--
That anger, that understanding, is exactly why Mithos' head snaps up in anger, lightning striking across the sky, the moment Lloyd dare suggest that anything could possibly excuse Origin for his actions.
"No," Mithos spits. "Don't you dare, don't you dare even excuse him for what he did to you, Lloyd. I get it. I've tried to excuse Father's actions for hundreds of years, and maybe I could find something - it's not like he put is in the cannons, his negligence just allowed us to be kidnapped! And that- And that--!" His hands slam down at his sides, curled into anxious, fretting fists. He's so angry he's going to choke, he can barely see straight, can barely think around the ringing memory of Origin's knee connecting with Lloyd's gut. "That was nothing compared to what he did to you, Lloyd! If- If you're angry that his negligence hurt me and Martel, then you have to be angry about the fact he willingly, actively hurt you, Lloyd."
He wonders distantly, grimly, what exactly happened in that Kratos' life to make him so unbelievably terrible.
He wonders if it was the same thing that made the other Mithos so terrible.
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If the father who abandoned him and his creations is the same man that fought Lloyd, abandoned Lloyd... should he really be surprised? Can he even be surprised? It doesn't make any sense to him that Father could be could be the Kratos he knows, because the Kratos he knows isn't a horrible person, but Lloyd's Kratos was pretty awful too. Mithos supposes it makes sense that if Father was going to be Kratos, of course Father would be the Kratos who thought challenging his son to melee combat was a reasonable way to get to an end goal, and that--
That anger, that understanding, is exactly why Mithos' head snaps up in anger, lightning striking across the sky, the moment Lloyd dare suggest that anything could possibly excuse Origin for his actions.
"No," Mithos spits. "Don't you dare, don't you dare even excuse him for what he did to you, Lloyd. I get it. I've tried to excuse Father's actions for hundreds of years, and maybe I could find something - it's not like he put is in the cannons, his negligence just allowed us to be kidnapped! And that- And that--!" His hands slam down at his sides, curled into anxious, fretting fists. He's so angry he's going to choke, he can barely see straight, can barely think around the ringing memory of Origin's knee connecting with Lloyd's gut. "That was nothing compared to what he did to you, Lloyd! If- If you're angry that his negligence hurt me and Martel, then you have to be angry about the fact he willingly, actively hurt you, Lloyd."
He wonders distantly, grimly, what exactly happened in that Kratos' life to make him so unbelievably terrible.
He wonders if it was the same thing that made the other Mithos so terrible.