[As the door opens, Kratos' breath hitches. The small child standing right there, the one whose bootie had been among Desian corpses, the one who he had failed to protect, is right there. This isn't a hallucination. He's right there in front of him.
Relief rushes over Kratos like a tidal wave. All the emotions which had been dead for the prior few hours were returning at a lightning speed. The reality of his son being alive takes a moment to fully hit, which is why Kratos only manages a single word.]
Lloyd...
[Despite it being a single word, it held so much emotion: despair, pain, disbelief, hope and, above all else, love for a child once believed to be dead.]
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Relief rushes over Kratos like a tidal wave. All the emotions which had been dead for the prior few hours were returning at a lightning speed. The reality of his son being alive takes a moment to fully hit, which is why Kratos only manages a single word.]
Lloyd...
[Despite it being a single word, it held so much emotion: despair, pain, disbelief, hope and, above all else, love for a child once believed to be dead.]