#peachprosed: colette

[soulcluster-moved]

@peachprosed​ / colette "I thought - ... I suppose I thought you would be different. More like him."

The words are almost neutral, almost offhanded - if they didn't trail into bitterness. Colette shook her head, as if clearing her mind of any wayward thoughts, and let out a long exhale.

"I - ... guess I was wrong. To expect anything."

Kratos’s response was a measured silence as he regarded the young girl. When he did reply, his voice was calm, not having taken offense to her bitter tone. “He is more like his mother,” he replied. “Anna always saw the best in others. Though, I suspect he might be more like his dwarven father.”

Dirk had taken in and raised Lloyd himself, despite having no obligation to do so, and as far as Kratos could tell he had done a fine job. Better than he could have ever given Lloyd. Of that, Kratos was certain.

“We should all be judged by our own actions. My mistakes are not Lloyd’s.”