[As soon as Lloyd begins running towards him, Kratos gets down on one knee and also stretches out his arms. Waiting for the boy to draw near, though only a few seconds, felt like an eternity, but that painful wait gets wonderfully rewarded. The feeling of the small child running into those open arms and then the feeling of wrapping those arms around him to hug him and hold him tightly (but not too tightly) is like no other feeling. It's as though this single hug had brought him back from the dead.
His son is alive. Dear god, he's alive. Whether or not gods existed, Kratos almost wanted to get down on his knees and pray to whoever made this possible. The amount of sheer happiness bubbling up within him is unimaginable. Emotions are something he's normally able to keep well under control, but right now it seems an impossibility.
A smile breaks out on his face and, more surprisingly, tears begin to well up in his eyes. No movement gets made to wipe them away, instead allowing them to roll down his cheeks. Permitting a stranger to see him this weak and vulnerable in any other situation would have been unacceptable; right now, however, he didn't care because Lloyd is in his arms and alive.]
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His son is alive. Dear god, he's alive. Whether or not gods existed, Kratos almost wanted to get down on his knees and pray to whoever made this possible. The amount of sheer happiness bubbling up within him is unimaginable. Emotions are something he's normally able to keep well under control, but right now it seems an impossibility.
A smile breaks out on his face and, more surprisingly, tears begin to well up in his eyes. No movement gets made to wipe them away, instead allowing them to roll down his cheeks. Permitting a stranger to see him this weak and vulnerable in any other situation would have been unacceptable; right now, however, he didn't care because Lloyd is in his arms and alive.]
I'm here, Lloyd, I'm here.