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[maybe... maybe he had known, too. maybe it was wishful thinking that this was a random stranger. maybe it was just a denial to hope he could avoid facing someone who he had harmed so much. even so, when that familiar face stares back him, kratos freezes and he finds himself momentarily unable to speak.

martel.

so she'd been brought here, as well. dreams are something everyone has and someone in a coma-like state like martel would have to dream. ...rather, kratos always hoped she had that ability. selfishly, he hoped she at least had dreams.

the surprise on his face twists into a pensive, if guilt-ridden expression, one that only grows when the apology comes. 4000 years and somethings truly never change.]

You... you've nothing to be sorry for. I...

['have everything to be sorry for' are the words that play on his lips but kratos bites back his own self-depreciation. this moment is not about him; it is about her. kratos swallows hard, taking a steading breath, before speaking again in a kind voice seldom heard.]

Have you only just arrived?

[either that or something happened. no matter the cause of her distress, kratos plans on providing whatever support he can.]