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damned_institute2013-03-15 02:31 am
forsworn) wrote in damned_institute2013-03-15 02:31 am
Night 69: M41-M50 Hallway
[from here]
Lloyd's room was a little further down the hall, but Kratos could hardly notice the distance as he kept his eyes on the numbers passing by. Very soon, he was standing in front of M44, seconds away from the start of doing something - he did not want to say together because it made the task seem more pleasant and sentimental than it really was, but it had been some time since he and Lloyd had teamed up in some capacity or another, and Kratos had been feeling apprehensive about it the whole night. It was not that he didn't want to have his son's assistance. On the contrary, he would be pleased enough with whatever time he could have with him regardless of the occasion, even if they were meant to be enemies in the midst of a tentative truce. No, it was more a matter of him recognizing that this would not be "like old times": he no longer had the power to keep Lloyd mostly out of harm's way or to successfully save him, if need be, and that was a frightening thought, that he could really fail at his life's goal of simply keeping his son alive and well.
Unfortunately, he'd already come all this way, and it was too late to back out now, lest he have to come up with some far-fetched excuse as to why he'd been otherwise detained; certainly, he could not tell the truth. It would not do for Lloyd to suddenly wonder why he, Lloyd's enemy, was now in the business of caring about his well-being.
With a sigh, Kratos reached up and knocked crisply three times on the door.
[for Claude]
Lloyd's room was a little further down the hall, but Kratos could hardly notice the distance as he kept his eyes on the numbers passing by. Very soon, he was standing in front of M44, seconds away from the start of doing something - he did not want to say together because it made the task seem more pleasant and sentimental than it really was, but it had been some time since he and Lloyd had teamed up in some capacity or another, and Kratos had been feeling apprehensive about it the whole night. It was not that he didn't want to have his son's assistance. On the contrary, he would be pleased enough with whatever time he could have with him regardless of the occasion, even if they were meant to be enemies in the midst of a tentative truce. No, it was more a matter of him recognizing that this would not be "like old times": he no longer had the power to keep Lloyd mostly out of harm's way or to successfully save him, if need be, and that was a frightening thought, that he could really fail at his life's goal of simply keeping his son alive and well.
Unfortunately, he'd already come all this way, and it was too late to back out now, lest he have to come up with some far-fetched excuse as to why he'd been otherwise detained; certainly, he could not tell the truth. It would not do for Lloyd to suddenly wonder why he, Lloyd's enemy, was now in the business of caring about his well-being.
With a sigh, Kratos reached up and knocked crisply three times on the door.
[for Claude]