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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.

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[reified]

[ ... now that's suspicious. brb grumping. ] Is that what you say to everyone you meet? Or am I just that special?

[blamesfate]

[Glare.] No, not to everyone.

[reified]

Is that so?

[ humph. a beat. ] Tell me about the person that I somehow 'resemble'.

[blamesfate]

[He falters then; it's one thing to be reminded of Lord Yggdrasill, another entirely to invoke him by name.] He... is a person I have known for a very long time.

[reified]

[ mmmmm, 'Lord Yggdrasill', is it. ]

Well? Go on. If you've known him for such a long time, then there must be more that could be said than just that.