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i don't even think this is canon to the thread i just liked the prose
Cutting a path through the mines is slower than taking a train, yes, but trains mean being surrounded by humans for hours and hours and Kratos had frankly had enough of being surrounded by humans after all the information gathering he'd been doing in town, so the day's delay hadn't really deterred him. He likes the mines, anyway. They're gorgeous, and the ether rich system does wonders for his sickness, so truthfully he doesn't mind taking detours through them at all.
Today he minds a little. But then, it is not the mines themselves, exactly. His bones still rattle with the ache of the cannon blast, the sensation of it raking through the atmosphere dropping him to his knees and promptly making him lose everything he'd eaten today. It's only his rage that gets him to his feet despite how he's trembling. Because that ether, that came out of the cannon?
That was Martel's.
He has to get to Mithos, has to tell him, has to make sure Mithos is alright--
Voices, up ahead. A flare of ether--is that ether?--that sings a loud song against Kratos' senses, drowning out everything else. He doesn't want to investigate, exactly, but that's the way forward, and... he is a little curious. There's something about the ether's taste that is familiar, something that he hasn't tasted in five years-- and it's impossible really which is why he'd be better off not knowing, not investigating, but.
That's the way forward.
So Kratos goes.
The first thing he notices is the wings-- And they take him off guard, just for a moment, before he recognizes that they are the wrong shape and not quite the right color to be Mithos', and if that was Mithos, the Aegis would have already launched himself into Kratos' arms but instead the boy who owns the wings stands there and stares at him with surprise and maybe distaste. Kratos would think something of it if he were not squinting at the boy's face, squinting because he recognizes those eyes and that hair but it can't be, it can't, because Kratos is certain that even if maybe, just maybe, ten years slipper by without him noticing, certainly not 15 or 20 so he's probably just fishing for similarities where there are none. Except.
Except the man standing next to the boy. A man Kratos thought sure was dead. And yet.
"....Malos?"
Today he minds a little. But then, it is not the mines themselves, exactly. His bones still rattle with the ache of the cannon blast, the sensation of it raking through the atmosphere dropping him to his knees and promptly making him lose everything he'd eaten today. It's only his rage that gets him to his feet despite how he's trembling. Because that ether, that came out of the cannon?
That was Martel's.
He has to get to Mithos, has to tell him, has to make sure Mithos is alright--
Voices, up ahead. A flare of ether--is that ether?--that sings a loud song against Kratos' senses, drowning out everything else. He doesn't want to investigate, exactly, but that's the way forward, and... he is a little curious. There's something about the ether's taste that is familiar, something that he hasn't tasted in five years-- and it's impossible really which is why he'd be better off not knowing, not investigating, but.
That's the way forward.
So Kratos goes.
The first thing he notices is the wings-- And they take him off guard, just for a moment, before he recognizes that they are the wrong shape and not quite the right color to be Mithos', and if that was Mithos, the Aegis would have already launched himself into Kratos' arms but instead the boy who owns the wings stands there and stares at him with surprise and maybe distaste. Kratos would think something of it if he were not squinting at the boy's face, squinting because he recognizes those eyes and that hair but it can't be, it can't, because Kratos is certain that even if maybe, just maybe, ten years slipper by without him noticing, certainly not 15 or 20 so he's probably just fishing for similarities where there are none. Except.
Except the man standing next to the boy. A man Kratos thought sure was dead. And yet.
"....Malos?"