Kratos was trying very hard to not fully meet Lloyd's eyes, to give the illusion that he was staring him down and yet remain focused instead on a small portion of the white, bare wall behind him. If he looked directly, it would all be over, and that absolutely could not happen. Not now. Certainly not in the cafeteria.
His tunnel vision was abruptly broken when Ishida leaped, and then fell to his feet, his fruit cup hitting the ground with a thud that was loud enough to get Kratos to look, his eyes flicking briefly to one side. A pair of ungainly fools, the two of them, one unable to look his son in the eye, the other the proud owner of a juice stain down the front of his shirt. He sighed minutely as he returned back to Lloyd - or perhaps more accurately, to the small patch of white behind him.
"Sit down." He said it politely enough, but he'd meant it as an order, and Lloyd would certainly recognize That Tone, the one that added silently, If you have any regard for your life, you will do as I say. The last thing Kratos wanted was for the boy to be sedated, certainly to spare him of that experience, but also because it would be his fault for goading him, and he hardly needed more things weighing on his already guilt-stricken conscience.
As he waited to see if Lloyd would do as he said, he spared Ishida and his friend, "Inoue", another glance. It would have been awkward and even excruciating to force Ishida to play the third wheel to his family drama (Hah.), so Kratos did feel a tad thankful that someone had appeared to distract him and tie him up in his own fumbling, dysfunctional reunion.
--well, perhaps for Ishida. For him and Lloyd, as things stood, "reunion" was putting things lightly.
With yet another sigh, Kratos pulled himself away and back to the task of somehow convincing Lloyd that he had not kidnapped Colette for the thirtieth time, harmed any of his friends for that matter, or landed himself here by order of Yggdrasil. "I know you have difficulty with this, but suspend your disbelief for a few seconds and just accept that what I am telling you is true.
"Cruxis is not responsible for this place, and neither are the Renegades. As for me--" He plucked at his shirt. "this shirt should be proof enough that I am in the same straits as you. I did not choose to be here." It was easy to be this way, he realized, also because Lloyd's attitude facilitated it. If he focused on responding to the anger and outrage rather than on Lloyd himself and the fact that his son was now in the Institute, a subject of Landel's whims, he could ignore, however briefly, the uneasy cocktail of emotions now swirling around, threatening to spill over. "I understand that I might not be someone you were expecting or hoping to see, but allow me to repeat myself: I am in the same straits as you. So, it would be preferable - advantageous, if you like - for you to save your enmity for later."
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His tunnel vision was abruptly broken when Ishida leaped, and then fell to his feet, his fruit cup hitting the ground with a thud that was loud enough to get Kratos to look, his eyes flicking briefly to one side. A pair of ungainly fools, the two of them, one unable to look his son in the eye, the other the proud owner of a juice stain down the front of his shirt. He sighed minutely as he returned back to Lloyd - or perhaps more accurately, to the small patch of white behind him.
"Sit down." He said it politely enough, but he'd meant it as an order, and Lloyd would certainly recognize That Tone, the one that added silently, If you have any regard for your life, you will do as I say. The last thing Kratos wanted was for the boy to be sedated, certainly to spare him of that experience, but also because it would be his fault for goading him, and he hardly needed more things weighing on his already guilt-stricken conscience.
As he waited to see if Lloyd would do as he said, he spared Ishida and his friend, "Inoue", another glance. It would have been awkward and even excruciating to force Ishida to play the third wheel to his family drama (Hah.), so Kratos did feel a tad thankful that someone had appeared to distract him and tie him up in his own fumbling, dysfunctional reunion.
--well, perhaps for Ishida. For him and Lloyd, as things stood, "reunion" was putting things lightly.
With yet another sigh, Kratos pulled himself away and back to the task of somehow convincing Lloyd that he had not kidnapped Colette for the thirtieth time, harmed any of his friends for that matter, or landed himself here by order of Yggdrasil. "I know you have difficulty with this, but suspend your disbelief for a few seconds and just accept that what I am telling you is true.
"Cruxis is not responsible for this place, and neither are the Renegades. As for me--" He plucked at his shirt. "this shirt should be proof enough that I am in the same straits as you. I did not choose to be here." It was easy to be this way, he realized, also because Lloyd's attitude facilitated it. If he focused on responding to the anger and outrage rather than on Lloyd himself and the fact that his son was now in the Institute, a subject of Landel's whims, he could ignore, however briefly, the uneasy cocktail of emotions now swirling around, threatening to spill over. "I understand that I might not be someone you were expecting or hoping to see, but allow me to repeat myself: I am in the same straits as you. So, it would be preferable - advantageous, if you like - for you to save your enmity for later."