This came to me when I was sitting in the bus the other day. I fought motion-sickness to write this down! =P It's super short, but hopefully poignant. I imagine this to be where Kratos first stands at Anna's grave when he goes to Dirk's. I apologize if Kratos might seem little too passionately ooc, but it was how it wrote itself out. Honestly, though, what a situation to have been in... Poor Kratos!
No, I still don't own Tales of Symphonia. I know, it sucks.
At Anna's Grave
Anna... How many years has it been? Why does fate play these games?
I was wrong, Anna. I've done you wrong.
I should have searched harder. I should never have cowered at the thought of finding you or our son in an unendurable state. I should never have stopped.
Forgive me, Anna... to think that you breathed when I thought everything was lost. To think you had to entrust our son to a stranger... because I did not come...
Do you see our son? Our son!
Or have you always looked after him? Long after I had ceased my duty?
Perhaps this was meant to be, as I had failed both of you. I had given up hope.
Anna, what can I do to change it all? I achieved so much... so much that should have been impossible. Immortality, flight, abilities far beyond human... yet...
...I cannot turn back time.
Tell me, Anna, come back, tell me again, just how to live, how to love, how to smile. I... I can see your smile in him, Anna. Your eyes, your liveliness, your laughter.
I thought it cruel at first. A punishment for my loss of faith. A father bereaved, another in his place. A call to a father who is not truly his own.
It is as I deserve, however. I have no right to hear him call me his father. A father who never came.
I will do what I can to atone. To help, to protect, to teach. To be his guardian.
Rest, Anna. I will watch over Lloyd for you now.