Atreus noticing his fathers soul is different to everyone elseâs. Itâs obvious that itâs because heâs from a different land, but even then he can tell something is⌠odd. Itâs almost like there is a separate part to his soul that exist in its own way, to do its own thing, twisting and spinning and circling his own like a dance. He thinks itâs might be like how most souls he knows have a guide but that doesnât fit in his mind. Eventually Freya calls out his stating that she, Kratos and Mirmir had all noticed and he shyly voices how heâs noticed how his fathers soul is different.
Kratos hums before explaining, âIn my home land, we were made as one being that would be split in half, creating what you might call a âsoul mateâ. Our souls are torn in half, but overtime will be fused to either our other or adjust to a life of solitary.â
They enjoy the story, with Mirmir being the one to explain how humans were made with four arms and legs and so on, something Kratos didnât seem necessary.
Atreus nots but then asks another question, âbut⌠thereâs like this glowing thing too, itâs orange and really really bright. It moves a lot but it doesnât seem connected to you. Is that your guide?â
Kratos is silent for a moment, making them all think that heâs going to shut down the conversation, but he surprise them by continuing, âIn my home land there were creatures called Pheonix. There was one for each god born, an endless creature that would be reborn upon death and had the power to heal a god. Most of them forced their Pheonix to give their lives and their ability to be reborn in order to be stronger and live longerâŚâ
He trails off but continues despite his obvious grief, âAres, the god I served, hid his Pheonix beneath a lake of ice. He chained her, tortured her with water and ice, with no air for her flame and no heat for her heart. When I killed Ares I was told of her, I chose to save her as I thought of⌠my past. I took her from the ice, broke her chains and took my blade to her chest yo revive her fire. Unlike the other gods I told her to live freely, but she instead chose to serve me after I showed her mercy. She did my bidding, as my right hand, spied on my foes and burned my enemies when I was unable. She was cruel herself, enjoyed collecting bones and jewels from her victims, but she was still a child. Old to a human, maybe, but she had the mind and body of a child despite her brutality. During my fight with Poseidon, I was killed. My heart was ripped from my body and yet, despite how much I begged her, she gave up her live and her chance of revival to save me. She ripped apart her very being, infusing her flame to me so I would live⌠I tortured Poseidon for it, but at the end I knew the choice was hers. Part of her will always be with me, though we will never meet again.â
They all sit in silence for a while, contemplating and taking in his story.
