Lloyd took an involuntary step back, eyes wide at the sudden fury that practically radiated off the other man. He didn't know what he'd expected from Kratos, though he'd hoped the older swordsman would at least have the decency to sympathize and understand why Lloyd was alarmed by this fact, but why would Kratos be filled with such rage? He didn't even know Lloyd's father!
"I- N-nothing! I asked, but he wouldn't tell me. He just said he was here! And..." His tongue tripped. He didn't know much about his father, but the one thing he knew... He shuddered. He didn't want to talk about it, but it was his only clue. "They... They took his Exsphere. He said the procedure was safe because they did it to him first!." His voice shook. He tried to summon his anger and outrage to cover it, tried to focus on the fact that his father had suffered and not on the fact that the same thing had been done to him, too. He didn't want to think about what might be happening inside his own body right now. It worked, at least to the extent that he was able to draw himself up again, body quivering with indignation.
Indignation, not fear. He wasn't scared. He wasn't.
...never mind that Kratos's expression was terrifying right now. Lloyd wasn't sure he'd ever seen him this angry before. Even when he'd snapped at Kvar, he'd been restrained compared to this.
He took a breath, and shook his head, yanking his thoughts back on track. "We have to find him!" he insisted, pleaded. "He could be turning into a monster right now! He... I dunno... Maybe he looks like me? But older, and I guess he'd have gray hair now. Have you seen anyone like that around?" Kratos had been here longer than him. Maybe he had seen Lloyd's father around.
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"I- N-nothing! I asked, but he wouldn't tell me. He just said he was here! And..." His tongue tripped. He didn't know much about his father, but the one thing he knew... He shuddered. He didn't want to talk about it, but it was his only clue. "They... They took his Exsphere. He said the procedure was safe because they did it to him first!." His voice shook. He tried to summon his anger and outrage to cover it, tried to focus on the fact that his father had suffered and not on the fact that the same thing had been done to him, too. He didn't want to think about what might be happening inside his own body right now. It worked, at least to the extent that he was able to draw himself up again, body quivering with indignation.
Indignation, not fear. He wasn't scared. He wasn't.
...never mind that Kratos's expression was terrifying right now. Lloyd wasn't sure he'd ever seen him this angry before. Even when he'd snapped at Kvar, he'd been restrained compared to this.
He took a breath, and shook his head, yanking his thoughts back on track. "We have to find him!" he insisted, pleaded. "He could be turning into a monster right now! He... I dunno... Maybe he looks like me? But older, and I guess he'd have gray hair now. Have you seen anyone like that around?" Kratos had been here longer than him. Maybe he had seen Lloyd's father around.