thelegendaryknight
His heart skipped for a moment. “No I… I haven’t seen them. Nor have I seen the other two knights.” He was always concerned for the rest of the royal family, especially Chris. She was strong willed but still young and it had been part of his job to keep her safe. One that he had failed all those years ago. Dartz was the first he had met with any sort of memory of home. Atlantis had once been a beautiful place. Timaeus had grown up there, cherished the land, and now it… it was gone.
Instead of throwing the coffee at Dartz, as tempting as it was, he tossed the almost empty cup into the garbage. “What do you remember?” Was he still controlled? If he was? Timaeus wouldn’t hesitate to defend his new home.
He tried not to look disappointed. Really he didn’t have much he was entitled to but he didn’t suppose he could be raged at for missing his sole heir. However distant and bemoaned her memory was there were still things about Chris and Iona that Dartz recalled with in human clarity. He’d loved his daughter, and his wife, and despite what others might suggest he would never allow that much to be questioned if he had breath left to argue.
“I remember most of it,” he explained, “but the Leviathan makes the ends foggy. For many of those tumultuous last days I was blacked out, amongst other things.” It was the only civil way to attempt to explain what happened to him when he and the Leviathan became so merged.
It would have been better if he looked remorseful, or sorry, or disappointed. Because then Timaeus might have believed he at least cared for his family. the knight couldn’t say with certainty what was real emotion, what was memory, and what was just a lie. Usually Tim was very good at reading people; he had to be for battle could be fought on multiple fields. With Dartz, he struggled a bit because he was blinded by betrayal and anger. Timaeus was getting annoyed with himself.
To Timaeus, those sounded like excuses when there shouldn’t be any. There wasn’t an excuse for betraying your people and-- He held back a snort and kept his face composed. Timaeus had one hell of a poker face. “You had duties. Your people counted on you. Yet you sold yourself to Orichalcos.” All Timaeus wanted to know? What still haunted his memories to this day? Why had that been the best option to the former sovereign? “Surely you had better options that that.”
