Lloyd speaks, and he seems so certain, so-- putting up a brave front, as if he wasn't bleedingly angry and disappointed at Anna just minutes ago. Anna squeezes her son's shoulders a little tighter, confusion and anger playing on loop in her mind. Something about the way Lloyd's acting is making something sick resound in her gut, but she can't quite put her finger on what's upset her so much.
(She doesn't even know anything about his Kratos, other than the fact he left, apparently. But trying to comprehend Kratos leaving is like trying to comprehend a foreign language.)
"It- it doesn't have to be fine," Anna says, before she's really thinking about it. "It's okay if you're mad at him. Honestly I'm half tempted to see if I can hop universes real fast when we send you home so I can kick his ass. Who the hell just leaves--"
Stop. Reasses.
"Okay, maybe I'm not one to talk," Anna admits. "But-- My Kratos had a pretty hard life, too. Moving on-- there's no better way to do that than to build a family and live, not run away, so--"
She hates not understanding this. She hates not knowing the full of Lloyd's Kratos, of any Kratos, not being able to understand his reasoning. She's so used to knowing him that not having even an inkling of what's going on in his head is frustrating her more than anything else, the anger on her son's behalf sickening because it's so foreign, directed at Kratos.
She knows so little. Lloyd probably hasn't told her everything. And maybe it's none of her business.
"Ugh. I don't know."
She's not sure if anything she's saying is helping. Maybe she should close her mouth before she makes it worse. Lloyd's definitely sending signals that he doesn't want to talk about it, and-- nothing, nothing she says right now can fix the problem tonight. Especially when she doesn't even really know what the problem is.
But, just one more thing.
"Look, if he left you-- he's an idiot, just like I am. And he's missing out."
Anna squeezes her son's shoulders one last time, and then she lets go. Lloyd looks like he's done for tonight, so, she'll let him be done. Things take time. She knows that.
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(She doesn't even know anything about his Kratos, other than the fact he left, apparently. But trying to comprehend Kratos leaving is like trying to comprehend a foreign language.)
"It- it doesn't have to be fine," Anna says, before she's really thinking about it. "It's okay if you're mad at him. Honestly I'm half tempted to see if I can hop universes real fast when we send you home so I can kick his ass. Who the hell just leaves--"
Stop. Reasses.
"Okay, maybe I'm not one to talk," Anna admits. "But-- My Kratos had a pretty hard life, too. Moving on-- there's no better way to do that than to build a family and live, not run away, so--"
She hates not understanding this. She hates not knowing the full of Lloyd's Kratos, of any Kratos, not being able to understand his reasoning. She's so used to knowing him that not having even an inkling of what's going on in his head is frustrating her more than anything else, the anger on her son's behalf sickening because it's so foreign, directed at Kratos.
She knows so little. Lloyd probably hasn't told her everything. And maybe it's none of her business.
"Ugh. I don't know."
She's not sure if anything she's saying is helping. Maybe she should close her mouth before she makes it worse. Lloyd's definitely sending signals that he doesn't want to talk about it, and-- nothing, nothing she says right now can fix the problem tonight. Especially when she doesn't even really know what the problem is.
But, just one more thing.
"Look, if he left you-- he's an idiot, just like I am. And he's missing out."
Anna squeezes her son's shoulders one last time, and then she lets go. Lloyd looks like he's done for tonight, so, she'll let him be done. Things take time. She knows that.