"So, what, you didn't think I would care if I never found out who my father was?!" Anger bubbled, and Lloyd latched onto it like it was his salvation. It made it hard to think, hard to pick which words were the right ones to use to refer to Kratos and his father, didn't even know if he was thinking about them as one or separate anymore, but anger was something he could deal with, something solid and uncomplicated. "You didn't think it would hurt me to think I'd lost him forever?!" His hand throbbed, and he ignored it. It wasn't important anymore. "To never know if he cared or if he just... just abandoned me? Just left me and mom to die because he didn't want us?"

He clenched his hands. It was too easy to let all his childhood fears spill out, all the things he'd kept to himself, buried under hope and a positive attitude, but he couldn't stop himself now. Not when he was confronted with this man, this arrogant, selfish bastard who hadn't even thought to think what his actions would do to his son! How much his silence could tear Lloyd apart. Lloyd raised his voice, shouting now. "I had no idea what happened, and nobody could tell me but you! Do you have any idea what things I came up with to explain why you weren't there?!"