justiceisnotaword
Hive city was full of wonders that Kratos was yet to find out. Though he had make conversation with many of the unfortunate people who were stuck here just like he was, some even longer then most. But he had to make do with what he had. Which wasn't much, more so disappointing with the play toy weapon that could easily break with a single swing.
It wasn't until his auburn eyes spotted a familiar teen,who oddly seemed much older and a tad taller then he could last recall.
"Lloyd." Kratos approached him, a hand reaching to ruffle the brunettes hair.It was his way of affection since he still wasn't good with the whole 'father' thing since the death of his wife."You seem well, keeping out of trouble while you're here I do pray."