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lonelyarchitect"He shouldn't, but, he does anyway" is honestly the story of his life.
Can you blame him, though? His son, his son just stepped into this universe, so of course he's interested, of course he wants to watch. What luck, that his son would stumble into Anna's blade, what luck, that they would meet, because there are only a handful of other blades he can interface with on the network. Maybe it was destiny.
(As if he believes in such a thing.)
Anyway-- his son is here looking for one of his companions, both of them having arrived through Origin's power. That answers that. He hopes Origin has the means to get his son back home-- stranding his son here would be... unthinkable.
He tries not to think about how much sadder his son seems, how much guilt seems to rest on his shoulders.
He doesn't have much time to think about it, becuase Malos requests to see Anna's exsphere. (If he could interfere, he would.)
He sees the same things Malos does, relives the memory just as strongly, trauma burried haphazardly under thousands of years of time dragging itself up into his bones again. He chokes on it in his throat, the numbness of his hands--
Kratos, please--
Masochist that he is, he holds on rather than disconnecting. A good thing, too, because he can feel Malos' confusion as he tries to understand exspheres through the the only system of understanding he has available to him. It would be cruel to let the two of them down there try and hash out the details through misunderstanding, the differences between blades and exspheres, to let them ask the question on whether or not an exsphere could function as a blade does, or if Anna's fate is sealed (it is).
(He wonders briefly, selfishly, if he could save her, like he saved everyone else--)
There is not much he can do, here, but he can dig up a package of information already stored on the network-- the whole truth about exspheres-- and pass it along to Malos so he can know without asking.
The fact that he has no right to be watching like this, intruding on another's life in the name of concern for a son he burned every bridge with, occurs to him again.
He disconnects, this time.
Can you blame him, though? His son, his son just stepped into this universe, so of course he's interested, of course he wants to watch. What luck, that his son would stumble into Anna's blade, what luck, that they would meet, because there are only a handful of other blades he can interface with on the network. Maybe it was destiny.
(As if he believes in such a thing.)
Anyway-- his son is here looking for one of his companions, both of them having arrived through Origin's power. That answers that. He hopes Origin has the means to get his son back home-- stranding his son here would be... unthinkable.
He tries not to think about how much sadder his son seems, how much guilt seems to rest on his shoulders.
He doesn't have much time to think about it, becuase Malos requests to see Anna's exsphere. (If he could interfere, he would.)
He sees the same things Malos does, relives the memory just as strongly, trauma burried haphazardly under thousands of years of time dragging itself up into his bones again. He chokes on it in his throat, the numbness of his hands--
Kratos, please--
Masochist that he is, he holds on rather than disconnecting. A good thing, too, because he can feel Malos' confusion as he tries to understand exspheres through the the only system of understanding he has available to him. It would be cruel to let the two of them down there try and hash out the details through misunderstanding, the differences between blades and exspheres, to let them ask the question on whether or not an exsphere could function as a blade does, or if Anna's fate is sealed (it is).
(He wonders briefly, selfishly, if he could save her, like he saved everyone else--)
There is not much he can do, here, but he can dig up a package of information already stored on the network-- the whole truth about exspheres-- and pass it along to Malos so he can know without asking.
The fact that he has no right to be watching like this, intruding on another's life in the name of concern for a son he burned every bridge with, occurs to him again.
He disconnects, this time.
