Author's Note: Okay, here's chapter three, which takes place in the time surrounding the Kratos and Origin battles. It's done in both views. Sorry it's short :(
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(Before Lloyd's Fight with Kratos)
Lloyd's POV:
I don't want to fight you, but you come at me, and primal instinct takes over. I draw my swords and join you in this dance of death.
Kratos's POV:
You'll fight. I'll make you fight. I'll make you destroy me.
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(After the Fight)
Lloyd's POV:
I won't do it. There's got to be another way. I've killed an angel. What stands before me is a man. A man who is called Kratos. A man who is a traitor. A man who is my father. I will find another way. So I lower my sword.
Kratos's POV:
Imbecile. You must succeed. Why are you putting away your sword? Do you really believe your own personal morals apply to the rest of the world? Wake up Lloyd. No one else cares about your ideals. They are dreams and that is all. ... So why do I share them? ... Oh well, even if I am forced to do it myself, I have my opportunity to die. And maybe to do some good for the world in the process. Be free, Origin. I place my faith in you.
Lloyd's POV:
What the hell are you doing?! We would've found another way. Even if it's hard, there are always other roads. There's always a back door or a window. And if there's not, well, then you make one.
Kratos's POV:
Yuan? Why must you take away my chance at death... At peace. I have been waiting for so long.
Lloyd's POV:
Yuan! Yuan saved you! Everything is going to be okay now. You'll come with us, and we'll save the world together, right?
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(The Next Day)
Lloyd's POV:
Is this right? Did I do the right thing? Are you okay Kr... Kratos? I don't even know what to call you. You've been too many things to me. A father-figure and a father. A savior and a traitor. An enemy and a friend. I still don't know who you are. Just that I'd like to know.
Kratos's POV:
Standing here, in the dark shadows is somehow peaceful. I could walk away. Never see you again. Never have to deal with everything I've done wrong, e.g. my entire existence, again. I could just forget. Forget that I've come close enough that I could yell and you'd hear me. But that would not be right. Then again, I no longer care much about what is "right", I just want to see your. Maybe I can atone for what I've done. Would you accept me? I almost laugh at this. Of course you would. For whatever reason you do not seem able to hate me. But can I myself accept going back. Yes. Yes, I think I can because I am.. I am your... your Dad. I realize rather suddenly how much I covet that title. It will never be mine. I could never ask you to call me that. Now matter how much I ... would like it.
Lloyd's POV:
You're here! I knew you would come back! You are everything that I thought you were before but you also something far more important. You are my Dad. I test the word out and you turn slightly. Suddenly I have an immense desire to jump on your shoulders and hold onto your hair. I wonder if I ever did this when I was little... I can see a small smile on your face, and I imagine you are thinking the same thing... Well, I can always make up for lost time now...
AHHHH!
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Author's Note: I think this will be the last chapter, unless I get some sudden inspiration for another (possibly the end of the game when Kratos goes back to Derris-Kharlan). So what did you think? Please review.
Heh, I didn't originally intend the end to be like that, but I was trying to figure out how Lloyd would think about these things and it popped into my head. And I can see it happening so very easily...