Anna's smile falters a little. Hm, okay, maybe asking the fugitive question was too far? Lloyd seems... very nervous.
"It... I was just joking around, a little," Anna says. "I mean, sucks if you were a fugitive, but like... Sometimes the government's dumb as shit. And sometimes you do shit to piss 'em off. But if it's the right thing, who cares what the government thinks, you know?"
She has no idea if that was helpful at all, just running her mouth like she always does. She's curious, though, quietly proud, at the thought of her son doing anything to piss off any government, even though she can only really take a guess at what kind of wrong he was setting out to undo. (She doesn't even assume he wasn't. He's an Irving, after all.)
She could ask, but she isn't sure how, and-- And maybe he's more like Kratos and less like her, in that bragging about this sort of thing isn't something Lloyd really enjoys. Anna knows she's an oddball, on that front.
Still.
"Colette must be amazing, the way you talk about her," Anna begins. "What was she trying to--"
Anna catches herself, before she finishes the question. She remembers-- where Colette is in this world, again, the zero-hesitance admittance from Lloyd that this Colette and his own share somewhat similar roles. Maybe she better not ask. Maybe it's not even Lloyd's story to tell.
"Actually," Anna says, plowing into the subject-change with breathless determination that often winds anyone who's not used to her. "You said you and Sheena had ways of dealing with shitty merchants? Tell me before I forget to ask again."
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"It... I was just joking around, a little," Anna says. "I mean, sucks if you were a fugitive, but like... Sometimes the government's dumb as shit. And sometimes you do shit to piss 'em off. But if it's the right thing, who cares what the government thinks, you know?"
She has no idea if that was helpful at all, just running her mouth like she always does. She's curious, though, quietly proud, at the thought of her son doing anything to piss off any government, even though she can only really take a guess at what kind of wrong he was setting out to undo. (She doesn't even assume he wasn't. He's an Irving, after all.)
She could ask, but she isn't sure how, and-- And maybe he's more like Kratos and less like her, in that bragging about this sort of thing isn't something Lloyd really enjoys. Anna knows she's an oddball, on that front.
Still.
"Colette must be amazing, the way you talk about her," Anna begins. "What was she trying to--"
Anna catches herself, before she finishes the question. She remembers-- where Colette is in this world, again, the zero-hesitance admittance from Lloyd that this Colette and his own share somewhat similar roles. Maybe she better not ask. Maybe it's not even Lloyd's story to tell.
"Actually," Anna says, plowing into the subject-change with breathless determination that often winds anyone who's not used to her. "You said you and Sheena had ways of dealing with shitty merchants? Tell me before I forget to ask again."