Lloyd's response didn't exactly inspire enthusiasm, but at least he didn't seem to be complaining too much--yet. Kratos watched him walk over to a shelf and select a binder to peruse before turning back to the computer and the complicated task of extracting what he wanted off of it. As it turned out, the computer was easier to manipulate than he'd expected, and in a few minutes or so, he'd managed to access one of the available databases.
He scanned through the listings with a frown. It seemed to be a series of strange names, and then for a while, it simply devolved into a long listing of the word "Earth" with various numbers attached. A catalog of different worlds, then? (How many versions of Earth were there?) In that case...Kratos scrolled through until he reached "S"--ah, there it was: "Sylvarant". He clicked on the listing, and watched as an image of the planet filled one half of the screen, while the other half began spitting out various statistics and data about the first of two planets he considered, to some degree, his home.
Right as he was about to read further, though, Lloyd slammed his binder shut in obvious disgust. Kratos's head whipped around, eyes instinctively searching for a threat first, and then finally settling on Lloyd second. Unlike Castiel, though, he didn't say anything, but merely waited for his son to explain himself.
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He scanned through the listings with a frown. It seemed to be a series of strange names, and then for a while, it simply devolved into a long listing of the word "Earth" with various numbers attached. A catalog of different worlds, then? (How many versions of Earth were there?) In that case...Kratos scrolled through until he reached "S"--ah, there it was: "Sylvarant". He clicked on the listing, and watched as an image of the planet filled one half of the screen, while the other half began spitting out various statistics and data about the first of two planets he considered, to some degree, his home.
Right as he was about to read further, though, Lloyd slammed his binder shut in obvious disgust. Kratos's head whipped around, eyes instinctively searching for a threat first, and then finally settling on Lloyd second. Unlike Castiel, though, he didn't say anything, but merely waited for his son to explain himself.