It's like a punch to her gut. He sounds so fucking sad and so fucking certain and Anna-- Anna hates that this is where they are, right now, hates grappling with the guilt and despair in her stomach becuase that isn't fair, Lloyd, that isn't fair, of course she wants you here--
(But you never said that to him, did you, Anna?)
"That's not- what I--" She tries to stammer, because it's not as easy as just forgetting he ever showed up in her life, she's only known him like a day but he's her son and--
Anger boils over. She curls her hand into a fist and slams it against her thigh, hard, because she needs some kind of outlet. She growls short and sharp. (There's a flare of alarm from Malos but he can fucking deal.) The stinging pain grounds her, a little, and--
Pieces slot together, in her head. She knows this Lloyd's mother is dead. Which means there's only one parent left.
"Was it Kratos?" she whispers, with more fury than she honestly expected to muster because hating Kratos is a foreign thing on her tongue. She looks up to meet Lloyd's eyes, cutting him off before he has the chance to deflect. "I'm not fucking stupid, Lloyd. What did Kratos do?"
anna please stop avoiding the actual issue here
It's like a punch to her gut. He sounds so fucking sad and so fucking certain and Anna-- Anna hates that this is where they are, right now, hates grappling with the guilt and despair in her stomach becuase that isn't fair, Lloyd, that isn't fair, of course she wants you here--
(But you never said that to him, did you, Anna?)
"That's not- what I--" She tries to stammer, because it's not as easy as just forgetting he ever showed up in her life, she's only known him like a day but he's her son and--
Anger boils over. She curls her hand into a fist and slams it against her thigh, hard, because she needs some kind of outlet. She growls short and sharp. (There's a flare of alarm from Malos but he can fucking deal.) The stinging pain grounds her, a little, and--
Pieces slot together, in her head. She knows this Lloyd's mother is dead. Which means there's only one parent left.
"Was it Kratos?" she whispers, with more fury than she honestly expected to muster because hating Kratos is a foreign thing on her tongue. She looks up to meet Lloyd's eyes, cutting him off before he has the chance to deflect. "I'm not fucking stupid, Lloyd. What did Kratos do?"