If Anna showers longer than normal, it's only becuase she gets distracted reiterating speeches she's given like, probably a hundred times now. She is a simple woman with a very complicated special interest that she adores greatly. Like, fuck history. She didn't even go to school but she knows the shit they teach at school is dumb as shit. It's uninteresting and pumped so full of propaganda it makes her sick.
But, the version of history Kratos told her? Fascinating as hell. (And, okay, maybe that's just because she's in love with the man who this history's about, but that's valid, okay?) (A man she hasn't seen in five years, a man who probably thinks she's dead--DON'T think about it Anna, don't think about it.)
Where was she.
Oh yeah-- Even regardless of Kratos, the thrill of knowing a history no one teaches, the lengths she's gone to to confirm it (she loves Kratos, she trusts him, but sometimes you just gotta break into some top-secret records and also steal copies so people believe you) has been... maybe her favorite part of being a rebel. Her resources are too thin now and her plans too scattered to pull off any large-scale rebellion, but you know what she can do? Tell people the truth.
So, yeah, she's maybe got this speech memorized back to front. Going over it again just to make sure she remembers is a comfort thing more than anything else.
She gets downstairs to Malos already serving breakfast, so like, that's fine, but fuck him. She wasn't in the shower that long.
But also they do have three guests so maybe she shouldn't be so fucking petty.
"Am I doing this, like, now?" she asks Malos in hushed tone as she warms up her very-cold-by-now pancakes.
"Well, seeing as we can't exactly take them to Mithos when they have no fucking clue who he is or what an Aegis is, yeah," Malos answers.
That strikes surprise in Anna. "Since when were we heading to Mithos?"
Malos levels her with a Look, even as he passes her the syrup for her pancakes. "And a safer place for one refugee Aegis is...?"
"Good point," Anna admits, even though she hates it a little. Hopefully Mithos will be civil.
(And... it WILL be nice to see Kratos, again.)
(Hoo boy. Keep not thinking about that one, Anna.)
"They have no idea that you're springing this on them, though," Malos warns. At the offended look and the disappointment she sends him, he laughs. "What? You're a big girl! You can figure out how to start the conversation yourself."
Anna sticks her tongue out at him. Starting this speech is always the hard part, because she can practice a beginning all she wants but it's always thrown off by actual real people who have varying opinions about listening to her rant for like an hour about history. Sighing a little, she takes her pancakes over to the table, plopping herself down in one of the empty chairs.
"So," she says, looking mostly at Sheena, since Lloyd's on the floor. (She can't even judge him, really.) "If we're heading to Mithos, then you guys need to a little more about Aegises, huh?"
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But, the version of history Kratos told her? Fascinating as hell. (And, okay, maybe that's just because she's in love with the man who this history's about, but that's valid, okay?) (A man she hasn't seen in five years, a man who probably thinks she's dead--DON'T think about it Anna, don't think about it.)
Where was she.
Oh yeah-- Even regardless of Kratos, the thrill of knowing a history no one teaches, the lengths she's gone to to confirm it (she loves Kratos, she trusts him, but sometimes you just gotta break into some top-secret records and also steal copies so people believe you) has been... maybe her favorite part of being a rebel. Her resources are too thin now and her plans too scattered to pull off any large-scale rebellion, but you know what she can do? Tell people the truth.
So, yeah, she's maybe got this speech memorized back to front. Going over it again just to make sure she remembers is a comfort thing more than anything else.
She gets downstairs to Malos already serving breakfast, so like, that's fine, but fuck him. She wasn't in the shower that long.
But also they do have three guests so maybe she shouldn't be so fucking petty.
"Am I doing this, like, now?" she asks Malos in hushed tone as she warms up her very-cold-by-now pancakes.
"Well, seeing as we can't exactly take them to Mithos when they have no fucking clue who he is or what an Aegis is, yeah," Malos answers.
That strikes surprise in Anna. "Since when were we heading to Mithos?"
Malos levels her with a Look, even as he passes her the syrup for her pancakes. "And a safer place for one refugee Aegis is...?"
"Good point," Anna admits, even though she hates it a little. Hopefully Mithos will be civil.
(And... it WILL be nice to see Kratos, again.)
(Hoo boy. Keep not thinking about that one, Anna.)
"They have no idea that you're springing this on them, though," Malos warns. At the offended look and the disappointment she sends him, he laughs. "What? You're a big girl! You can figure out how to start the conversation yourself."
Anna sticks her tongue out at him. Starting this speech is always the hard part, because she can practice a beginning all she wants but it's always thrown off by actual real people who have varying opinions about listening to her rant for like an hour about history. Sighing a little, she takes her pancakes over to the table, plopping herself down in one of the empty chairs.
"So," she says, looking mostly at Sheena, since Lloyd's on the floor. (She can't even judge him, really.) "If we're heading to Mithos, then you guys need to a little more about Aegises, huh?"