Lloyd recoils a bit at Malos' quick anger, but he knows better than to think it's aimed at himself. He can't quite say he understands why Malos saw what he saw because Lloyd's held the exsphere hundreds of dozens times outside of its key crest, and he's never gotten more than a faint image of his mother in the times he needs her most. But, Malos did see it. He just saw his daughter die, even if an alternate version, and Lloyd feels the nausea from earlier rise back up.
Lloyd knows the nightmare well. After defeating (killing his mind whispers, you killed them) Zelos and Mithos, after Kratos' departure, Colette, Genis, and Sheena were witnesses to the nightmares that haunted Lloyd. It felt like they took turns sleeping in the same bed with him, just so they could wake up as soon as he started trembling and calm him back down to sleep.
The nightmares alternated. Sometimes it was Zelos, the blood leaking into Lloyd's already crimson pants as Zelos died in his arms. Other times, it was Mithos, his sword piercing Mithos by accident, blood coating the once shining blade with regret and misery. Most of the time, it was his mother's death. He couldn't remember it clearly, not to an extent that someone like Kratos could, but he could remember rain, the screaming, the roars.
He can remember the terror that gripped his heart.
Lloyd shakes his head. Not the time.
At Malos' request, he crawls over to his not-grandpa and throws his arms around him. It's not Colette's gentle hug, or Genis' one-armed shoulder hug, or even Sheena's somewhat awkward three-pats-on-the-back-in-silence hug, but it brings an insurmountable amount of relief to Lloyd's system anyways.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that," he mutters into Malos' shoulder, and if his voice breaks. Well.
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grandpa is the best enabler
Date: 2019-03-14 05:26 pm (UTC)Lloyd knows the nightmare well. After defeating (killing his mind whispers, you killed them) Zelos and Mithos, after Kratos' departure, Colette, Genis, and Sheena were witnesses to the nightmares that haunted Lloyd. It felt like they took turns sleeping in the same bed with him, just so they could wake up as soon as he started trembling and calm him back down to sleep.
The nightmares alternated. Sometimes it was Zelos, the blood leaking into Lloyd's already crimson pants as Zelos died in his arms. Other times, it was Mithos, his sword piercing Mithos by accident, blood coating the once shining blade with regret and misery. Most of the time, it was his mother's death. He couldn't remember it clearly, not to an extent that someone like Kratos could, but he could remember rain, the screaming, the roars.
He can remember the terror that gripped his heart.
Lloyd shakes his head. Not the time.
At Malos' request, he crawls over to his not-grandpa and throws his arms around him. It's not Colette's gentle hug, or Genis' one-armed shoulder hug, or even Sheena's somewhat awkward three-pats-on-the-back-in-silence hug, but it brings an insurmountable amount of relief to Lloyd's system anyways.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that," he mutters into Malos' shoulder, and if his voice breaks. Well.
It's not hard to understand why.