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[blamesfate]

[Following his encounter with Roy at the Easter event, Kratos has sequested himself in the quietest corner of Mac Ainu's harbour he can find. With one hand, he flicks through each of the menu options on his Relic, attentively studying each one before moving on to the next. Between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, he rolls a small object back and forth without paying it an apparent mind.

After some time, he lifts his attention from the Relic and stares out in the direction of the ever-present sunset, mouth set in a firm line.]

Hm.

Comments

[blamesfate]

Kratos. A mercenary. [His response is measured, but he brings himself back.] You seem the type to attend a Queen...

[blessedrose]

Aye. I am General and Commander to her Majesty, Queen Garnet Til Alexandros XVII.

[blamesfate]

[That earns a wry smile.] I was once in service of a Queen myself.

[blessedrose]

I have served two in my time.