twelve [written/action] | Saturday at a less silly time
[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of
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The man is torn. Approaching him is probably not a good idea, but if Mithos has seen Kratos already, then walking away would not be a wise move either.
He slows his walking pace down as he decides what kind of action to take.]
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The presence of mana.
Mithos stops. Because while this strong presence is one with which he is very familiar, it is also one he has not felt in a while.]
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He doesn't say anything, nor does he move any closer. It isn't necessary to address a worthless traitor with anything more than a glare.]
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He can't avoid this.]
...Mithos. [Although he addresses the one who he has worked under for thousands of years, Kratos himself doesn't come any closer.]
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[Feel the hatred sliding off his words in waves, Kratos. Mithos can't be sure where his former companion's memories end - if he's seen his downfall, or if he's still as loyal as he once was a great many years ago - but it doesn't particularly matter. He has no use for him anymore, and the sight sickens him.]
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[He can tell the boy is absolutely enraged by his presence, but regardless of that, Kratos stands his ground.]
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[A part of him wants to draw his sword and hurtle toward Kratos, to feel the blade slice through flesh and draw blood. An infinitesimal fraction of the punishment the man owes for his part in Mithos's ultimate defeat and the unraveling of Martel's wishes. .....That strange new sting again. Perhaps not Martel's wishes, but it's difficult to think of his goals and her dreams as separate.]
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[But Mithos was once his companion, once a dear friend. It's still difficult for Kratos, even from when he's from, to completely separate Mithos, the boy he once trained and cared for, from the ruthless mind he became.]
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Is that all you have to say for yourself, after you betrayed one of your oldest companions?
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I now see how foolish I was to expect anything from you, after you ran away once. I should have known then what a worthless traitor you would become... I was far too lenient with you, Kratos. I should have beaten you within an inch of your life and kept you locked up in the castle, and instead I let you roam freely. Then you ran right back to the son of that filthy human woman and helped him undo everything I had worked toward for all those years. You disgust me.
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Anna was anything but filthy, Mithos, and I will not allow you to speak ill of her!
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[But it isn't just about Martel. ...They were not Martel's wishes anyway, but his own wishes. He's on autopilot here (accuse, accuse, accuse); he doesn't want to think about what his sister had told him.]
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[He had never completely realized that, himself.]
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