"Well if I'd known it was gonna do that I wouldn't have touched the damn thing!" Malos spits. (As if the problem wasn't him pinging the magic rock for information. Defintely up there on the list of bad ideas he's had in his life.) He drops his hands from his head and bangs his fists against his knees, angry-- at himself, mostly. Angry at whoever the hell fucking did that to his daughter. At--
His eyes dart towards the exsphere, trying to comprehend it the only way he knows how. It's not a blade, obviously, but is- is Anna in there? Is she aware? Can she--
A data package bubbles up in his brain, a message almost urgently relayed by the network. A quick infodump that further explains what exspheres are, how they work-- disgust bubbles in his throat, as well as crisp understanding. Anna ain't coming out of that rock, then.
Malos lets out the breath he was holding, long and slow. He's still shaken up pretty bad (literally just watched his daughter die!!) but he does his best to at least get a hold of his anger because he doesn't want to take it out on Lloyd. He can't stop trembling.
But he looks at Lloyd, considers the gentle question Lloyd asked, and realizes--
Lloyd's probably seen this memory too, huh? Or maybe he was there when it happened.
(Malos isn't sure which is worse.)
There's a lot of things Malos wants right now but highest on the list of ones he can actually do something about is hug Lloyd. He knows better than to just hug someone new without warning them first (and maybe Lloyd doesn't want a hug from the grandpa he doesn't probably have in his own world) so:
LET IT OUT LITTLE MAN
His eyes dart towards the exsphere, trying to comprehend it the only way he knows how. It's not a blade, obviously, but is- is Anna in there? Is she aware? Can she--
A data package bubbles up in his brain, a message almost urgently relayed by the network. A quick infodump that further explains what exspheres are, how they work-- disgust bubbles in his throat, as well as crisp understanding. Anna ain't coming out of that rock, then.
Malos lets out the breath he was holding, long and slow. He's still shaken up pretty bad (literally just watched his daughter die!!) but he does his best to at least get a hold of his anger because he doesn't want to take it out on Lloyd. He can't stop trembling.
But he looks at Lloyd, considers the gentle question Lloyd asked, and realizes--
Lloyd's probably seen this memory too, huh? Or maybe he was there when it happened.
(Malos isn't sure which is worse.)
There's a lot of things Malos wants right now but highest on the list of ones he can actually do something about is hug Lloyd. He knows better than to just hug someone new without warning them first (and maybe Lloyd doesn't want a hug from the grandpa he doesn't probably have in his own world) so:
"Can I please hug you," Malos asks.