#traitorsjudgement

➏ a “morning after” letter

Dear me Kratos

Hello

I do not know who or what you are. I wondered at first whether you were a mirror, or an illusion, or hallucination created by my tired mind. But having felt your body, I am assured that you are at least flesh and bone.

And as I awoke beside you this morning, you owe me an explanation.

I will be outside by the fountain. Come if you do not wish for me to trail you.

Opinion on;

Character in general: Well, I’m sort of biased b/c my friends spoiled Symphonia for me before I even started it, but, I’ve lived Kratos throughout the game. Not saying I liked everything that he did, of course, there was just some hidden (probably made up by me) softness there that I really responded to.yeah, so many tears were shed at pretty much every little interaction between Kratos and Lloyd. It’s a little embarrassing, actually. /laughsThat reminds me though, I really need to finish that game at some point.How they play them: Every time I see you on the dashboard, it’s always Kratos being pissy, and the other person responding how they do. And Iunno, I’ve always really found it really entertaining. And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, comes a random bag of sadness, and then right back to the first thing. I think it is amazing that 1) you can even switch gears that fast; and 2) that it actually suits the character really well. that probably made no sense sorryThe Mun: I think we might just be the only people here to have met in the way that we did, and I am quite proud of that. ouo Even despite of that, I think you are one of the sweetest (and most understanding—) people I have ever met. All in all, I really hope we can continue to be friends(?), and write/talk together more!

Do I:

RP with them: I don’t think I’ve started a thread with Kratos!Want to RP with them: Of course, always!!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Wonderful. Amazing? I’m running out of adjectives already, so I have sort of given up on this part tbh;

;; {{ Really? I thought your queue tag was adorable just like your Sora uWu

((ah thank you haha! it's just it was supposed to be 'thinking of queue wherever you are' which comes from an actual KHII quote said by kairi [I don't know why I clarified that because you obviously know omg] but I accidentally had typed 'whenever' instead which...makes distinctly less sense lmao.

If an enemy were insulting me,     I could endure it; if a foe were rising against me,     I could hide. But it is you, a man like myself,     my companion, my close friend, with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship     at the house of God, as we walked about     among the worshipers.                                 — Psalm 55:12-14

...and if he showed the remains of blood beneath his nails, what then? The currents swept what little red remained back then, dull stained clothes permitted and cast aside for new. His sister's blood, of arrow to bury itself into the crook of neck, and collarbone. Exsphere protected from one single bow, but that was all.

It shattered.

Kratos expression be damned, he accused -- and then he fled.

There was no time for mourning, no time for tears. For if it should have permitted, he was the target for those blows. Her intervention changed nothing. Kicked his heels and his own life extended, but through cowardice. And Yuan remained as a defender of that man through the accusations.

"Undine."

He took a leap into the water, stepped across like solid surface, and in the middle -- he stopped. The familiar expression stared at him, through fringe of hair, and in that instance -- fear squashed. He was watching, ever so watching, and sure to make more excuses.

"...where are those friends of yours? Don't you want to have them shoot more arrows at me?"

Because there was no one left to kill by proxy.

Undine's form rested within his peripheral, unsure as much as can be expected. After all, they grew so close together, hadn't they? Yet the truth of his betrayal was evident. 

"...or are you going to do it yourself for a change, traitor?"

His voice lost it's edge, wavered with the simple word, but that was his reality -- wasn't it? He was fourteen, this shouldn't be happening. He was still crying, even now, eyes never straying far from the perpetual look of red from rubbing too often. The stage of grief where that was all he ever wanted to do anymore, and that was pathetic.

It was so long ago, I'll give you all the details I can remember. I was afraid at first, because he was crying. A bald little angry red mess with a head that was far too big. I thought something was wrong with him, and so, eagerly, I stepped closer to the bed where my mother was happily holding my new baby brother. "Mommy." I said softly, not wanting to upset the fragile thing. "Is he okay?"

She smiled and told me, "Yes, he'll be alright. It's a difficult thing to be born."

I stood on my tiptoes by the bed, leaning as close as I could. I remember my mother once told me she never saw my eyes quite as big as just then. I watched as the crying quieted and stopped. He had such big eyes, and they looked around as if in wonder. I leaned in even closer, and he looked at my face. He just stared, as if I were the strangest creature in the world. I was probably looking at him the same way, really.

"What?" I finally frowned at him. He puckered his lips and went on looking at other things. I tried not to be offended, but I think I was.

"Would you like to hold him?" asked Mother as I dropped back to the flats of my feet.

I stared at her, waiting to hear the punch line, but none came. She did things like this often, offering for me to try things I wasn't sure children my age were allowed to do. She trusted me so often with important things that I didn't know I could handle, but this was beyond that. This was my baby brother. What if I hurt him!? But I knew how mother could get when I wasn't up to a task, and somehow, I felt like I might insult my brother by not agreeing to hold him. And so, I just nodded, holding out my arms.

She handed him over, ever so carefully, and I held him as if he were made of glass. So small. "What's his name?" I asked.

"There was a name we agreed upon, remember?" she prompted me. We had gone over many names in the past few months, and I did vaguely remember agreeing excitedly on one name in particular, but the excitement had wiped the memory clean from my head, at least for the time. I shook my head, and she answered, "Mithos."

Yes, that was exactly the name I had loved. "Welcome to the family, Mithos Yggdrasill." I recited, as I had always imagined welcoming a sibling into the world. His eyes were closed tiredly by then, already exhausted from all his looking around. And so I kissed his big bald head and handed him back to my mom.

I remember her giving me a strange look, then. The first of many to come. I didn't know what it meant back then, but now I'm sure. She knew I would end up being the one to raise him. She knew she would never be able to. It was a look that said, 'I know I can trust you.'

;; {{ I know the feel Ami x3

Our characters beg for the angst, though.

Send me ‘☯ + a scene from my characters canon’ and I will drabble it from my character’s POV.