Chapter 3 – the boy with baby blue eyes

"Oh Kratos oh Kratos, what will we ever do about you." came the soft and young, boyish voice that sent an immediate chill down the human's spine. The man remained silent as he licked his dry lips, wine hues shifting to glance towards the door to see the visage of the young hero Mithos standing there. There was a faint frown on the boy's features, baby blue eyes watching him as green shoes ventured further within the sparsely furnished room.

"No need to get up. You're going to need all the rest you can get." came the innocent voice. Had it been eons ago, Kratos would have believed those words. Perhaps he did believe them once, but not anymore. He could sense the malice hidden behind such innocent words and the underlying words behind them. Mithos wasn't going to be long, but the path for Kratos would be.

"You know, I was really worried about you." worried about the master sword perhaps. Kratos halted his petty thoughts and pushes himself up to sit regardless of the words of the younger half-elf. He grunts as he does so, feeling the burn of the wound along his neck and the fatigue riddled in his bones from useless lying around.

"Even Yuan was worried." the voice continued, the boy walked toward the table stationed by a mirror in his room and lightly wiped at the dust that had accumulated over time. He glanced to the dust on his fingers before brushing it away with his fingers, turning his attention to settle on Kratos.

"It hurt. Seeing you like that."

Kratos swallowed.

"Seeing you like this."

"I-I apologize…" came the immediate response from the ex-knight. Trying to decipher why Mithos was here of all times. Had he heard the conversation between him and Yuan? He wasn't aware of any listening devices being placed in his room, but he wouldn't put it past Mithos to do something like that. Especially after Kratos went AWOL for a time.

"You're apologizing?" Mithos inquired with that innocent feature of his, head canting to the side in question. Blonde locks shifted from the movement, swaying to the side and brushing along the white of his shoulder. A hint of a smile at his lips as a chuckle escaped the young boy's lips as he spoke further, making his way toward Kratos.

"Relax Kratos. Of course I forgive you." Kratos could feel his body tense even more at that, apprehensive of what would come out of the boy's mouth next.

"You were just hurting. It's ok." came the soft voice that attempted to lull Kratos into a false sense of comfort. Kratos could feel his gears turning in his head, attempting to figure out what to say and it seemed it was plain on his face or at least Mithos was just so used to Kratos' plain expression that he knew when the man was thinking.

"You don't need to worry. I was just checking on you to see how you were feeling."

Kratos licked his lips and replied.

"I am fine." he states offhanded, refusing to make eye contact with the boy.

"You're looking better, you even managed to get dressed." the boy states in a quiet cheer to his voice, the edges of his lips curling upwards into a gentle smile. Blue hues watched the man closely, making Kratos feel smaller than he really was. How was it that this boy was capable of suffocating people with just a look? Or simply perhaps it was just because he was aware of what this 'boy' was capable of.

Kratos remained silent for that matter, this seem to displease Mithos to a degree as the once gentle smile on his face turned into a faint frown. Those baby blue eyes settled on his frame and bore into his skin, searching out his entire frame as if it was dissecting for something. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Mithos finally spoke up again.

"Don't ever do that again, Kratos." his voice was soft but firm in the lowness of his tone. "You nearly cost -" there's a heavy pause as he cuts off his words.

"Remember our promise." Mithos finished. The only thing Kratos could do was numbly nod his head slowly in reply. That was adequate enough for the boy as he eventually left Kratos alone. Alone to himself and alone to his thoughts.

Oh how treacherous his thoughts became.

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