Oh... Oh. Martel cannot believe her luck. This wasn't Mithos, no, but it was close. So very close. Colette's brother. Currently traveling with Mithos, and Kratos and-- a surprising amount of others, given how much she knows Kratos and Mithos despise company. Those can be questions for later, though. The important thing is that they're coming, oh, of course they are coming for her.
Seeing the memory of Kratos warms an ache in her core (even though a part of her wants to pause the memory, rewind, study every inch of Kratos' face because why does he look so tired, so spent, so hollow? And maybe, once this conversation is over, she'll do so anyway--). Her first driver, her oldest friend, oh how she misses him, oh how she is glad to see he's okay even after all this time. And Mithos, oh, she misses him, too. He hasn't changed a bit, it seems, though maybe he's grown a little rougher around the edges, it's hard to tell, and--
The song. The song. It's been so long since she's heard those notes. And she knows, more than anything else she knows, that Mithos does not just sing for anyone.
So this Zelos must be someone very, very special indeed.
「 MARTEL_ANSUL_ORIGIN:> I'm glad we got to speak, Zelos. 」
「 MARTEL_ANSUL_ORIGIN:> I can't wait to--. 」
The connection ends.
Meet you... Martel finishes in her mind, sad and somewhat shocked. Well, perhaps that is all she can ask for at the bottom of the blade network, anyway; a connection as fleeting as this.
Someone's coming. That's enough to keep her spirits up. Someone's coming.
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Oh... Oh. Martel cannot believe her luck. This wasn't Mithos, no, but it was close. So very close. Colette's brother. Currently traveling with Mithos, and Kratos and-- a surprising amount of others, given how much she knows Kratos and Mithos despise company. Those can be questions for later, though. The important thing is that they're coming, oh, of course they are coming for her.
Seeing the memory of Kratos warms an ache in her core (even though a part of her wants to pause the memory, rewind, study every inch of Kratos' face because why does he look so tired, so spent, so hollow? And maybe, once this conversation is over, she'll do so anyway--). Her first driver, her oldest friend, oh how she misses him, oh how she is glad to see he's okay even after all this time. And Mithos, oh, she misses him, too. He hasn't changed a bit, it seems, though maybe he's grown a little rougher around the edges, it's hard to tell, and--
The song. The song. It's been so long since she's heard those notes. And she knows, more than anything else she knows, that Mithos does not just sing for anyone.
So this Zelos must be someone very, very special indeed.
The connection ends.
Meet you... Martel finishes in her mind, sad and somewhat shocked. Well, perhaps that is all she can ask for at the bottom of the blade network, anyway; a connection as fleeting as this.
Someone's coming. That's enough to keep her spirits up. Someone's coming.