#atreuskin

Being an Atreus kin while sharing a body with a Kratos fictive is surely an experience.

I understand now why it was so hard for my father to really identify with and interact with me, he had some idea to the fact I was born godly like he was, and as his godhood was something that brought him so much pain, he struggled with me as an extension of that godhood. He has a daughter before he had me, but he was mortal and so was she at the time. This time he had a son who was not mortal, and he himself was not mortal anymore. As I gained control and understanding, he did too, as well as softening while I hardened in the ways we both respectfully needed to. I understand now, and I don't blame him for anything. I miss you, father. I wish we could talk again, about anything.

Hey, Father.. I miss you, and I hope you're doing well without me. Listening for my voice while I'm not there, as I listen for your voice, while you're not here; and taking the advice of the only love you've ever known, in those you trust. I'm also doing that, too, and I like to think you taught me well enough to judge that to not just survive, but thrive, too. We both have the beast in our veins, and as I've gotten older, I've learned to relax, and I've learned to soften.. something I think you struggled to tell me how to do, but I watched you change into a calmer and wiser man before you.. went. I went from a boy, to your son, and you went from a killer, to father, and we both were proud of ourselves and each other in the end. I hope we both still are. I still am.. I love you, Father. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, or how I'm going to deal with it without you.. but I know.. that it's going to become my fucking legacy, and they're going to be in awe of what I become, in the wake of you.

Last year I made a post about being grateful that the next game for my source had come out, and that it had helped me deal with the grief of losing Fen.. because I had lost my own pet, again, at the same time. But in my source, I got him back, and then the source focused on my father's death, and the prophecy about it. I was so angry, so distraught, I shoved it away and ignored it. Both then and now, because I felt it felt it deep down that it was too close to home.. but it was right, and he's gone now. It hasn't even been a full year since my source dropped and/or more than a couple months since he passed. I have his ashes, just like I had mothers back then.. I plan to spread them on the highest mountain I can climb, in his favorite place, by the ocean. Just like we did with hers, all those years ago. He would have liked that, I think he'd be happy with that, and I'm happy that he finally doesn't have to fight anyone or be in pain anymore, he can rest and listen to the music of his homeland in the wind.

I miss my father, my wolves, and my uncle's Mimir, Sin and Brock. It's been a cold and unforgiving winter, just like fimbulwinter, and it's not the same tracking animals in the snow by myself. Granted, father didn't speak much, but when he did it was always something so final and concrete, and often wise; and Mimir didn't always go with to hunt, preferring to read or something, but I miss helping keep his beard neat, and his stories. Father was also a surprisingly really good cook, and over time he told me more and more about his home in Greece, though in small bits. It's not the same without everyone, but I hope they'd be proud I can still track and hunt, and I've never gave up saving and helping animals.

uncle Sin,