Lloyd sighs, wiping away at the tears that trail down his cheeks, and shuts his eyes tight. Breathe in, breathe out. This world's Lloyd will get the family he always wanted, Dirk, his adoptive father, the one who taught him almost everything he knows, Anna, Malos - he's. He's gonna be happy.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Lloyd takes a few steps towards Anna, the moonlight reflecting dimly on her face. She's crying, he knew she was crying from the sound of her voice, from her shaky tone, but. Guilt rushes into his mind anyway, because he was the one who made her cry, who makes their mother cry? Dark satisfaction lingers in his heart, though, satisfied over an apology he never knew he wanted, one he doesn't deserve, and Lloyd hates it, hates how he chokes on the bitter taste.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He reaches out a hand to her. Ignores the fact that a part of him wants so badly to believe her, that Lloyd is worth sticking around for, ignores the whispers of goodbye, dad that so haunt him. Ignores the awareness that Anna had reasons for leaving this Lloyd behind, but Kratos could have easily stayed without risk if he had only wanted to.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"Iselia," Lloyd says, voice just slightly above a whisper. "If your Lloyd is reflected in this world like I think he is, he's in Iselia." And then he pauses, averting his eyes to the ground, gaining the last of his courage before he knows he'll shut down. And then he looks back at Anna, keeping eye contact.

"Please, keep your promise and find him. You gotta - you gotta go home, mom."

Breathe in, breathe out.