Lloyd tries and tries and tries to excuse his father, but Mithos can't fucking stand it.
"It doesn't matter how long he knew you!" Mithos spits, anger boiling over until he has no choice but to jump to his feet. He's far enough away from Lloyd that hopefully the action doesn't startle him, though really Mithos is too angry to care. "He was still-- He was still your father! He had a responsibility to keep you safe as much as he had a responsiblity to me, Lloyd! It's not any different!!"
And Mithos won't - Mithos can't let this drop. He refuses to. He refuses to let Lloyd waste another breath excusing that asshole for his actions.
"Sure! He didn't want the responsibility! He didn't want to be your father! Fine! Whatever!" Mithos is screaming, core burning with all this fury and pain and if you ask him, really ask him, if he's more upset on Lloyd's behalf or his own he would not be able to answer you honestly. (It's easy, too easy, to remember how little his father actually looked at him.) "That doesn't absolve him of guilt! In fact that only makes him even more guilty! Him deciding he just- didn't want you anymore? That's messed up!"
If this were the physical world, Mithos would be out of breath, by now. He feels it, in a way. Exhausted and high-strung and shaking with how angry he is, and everything else he's feeling. Not to mention the strain of keeping the dreamspace coherent instead of buckling under the weight of the storm raging in his chest.
"I get it," he says, icy, furious. "He's done-- a lot to hurt this world, to hurt blades, and that's. That's not okay. But he hurt us, too, and that's not okay, either. And I hate him for... for..."
The words die in Mithos' mouth, as a realization dawns on him, a realization that steals most of the fury from his lungs. It shifts his worldview, settles it on a different image, a different understanding. Him and Lloyd. Aegis and angel. Blade and driver. More than that. Sons of the same man who abandoned them both. Sons of the same father.
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"It doesn't matter how long he knew you!" Mithos spits, anger boiling over until he has no choice but to jump to his feet. He's far enough away from Lloyd that hopefully the action doesn't startle him, though really Mithos is too angry to care. "He was still-- He was still your father! He had a responsibility to keep you safe as much as he had a responsiblity to me, Lloyd! It's not any different!!"
And Mithos won't - Mithos can't let this drop. He refuses to. He refuses to let Lloyd waste another breath excusing that asshole for his actions.
"Sure! He didn't want the responsibility! He didn't want to be your father! Fine! Whatever!" Mithos is screaming, core burning with all this fury and pain and if you ask him, really ask him, if he's more upset on Lloyd's behalf or his own he would not be able to answer you honestly. (It's easy, too easy, to remember how little his father actually looked at him.) "That doesn't absolve him of guilt! In fact that only makes him even more guilty! Him deciding he just- didn't want you anymore? That's messed up!"
If this were the physical world, Mithos would be out of breath, by now. He feels it, in a way. Exhausted and high-strung and shaking with how angry he is, and everything else he's feeling. Not to mention the strain of keeping the dreamspace coherent instead of buckling under the weight of the storm raging in his chest.
"I get it," he says, icy, furious. "He's done-- a lot to hurt this world, to hurt blades, and that's. That's not okay. But he hurt us, too, and that's not okay, either. And I hate him for... for..."
The words die in Mithos' mouth, as a realization dawns on him, a realization that steals most of the fury from his lungs. It shifts his worldview, settles it on a different image, a different understanding. Him and Lloyd. Aegis and angel. Blade and driver. More than that. Sons of the same man who abandoned them both. Sons of the same father.
"Oh," Mithos says, soft, horrified.
"This means we're brothers."