[That voice sends a jolt through Presea's body, to the point of her dropping the pot she washing and positively rushing to her open journal. She hadn't heard Kratos' voice in so long, but the memories she had of him were still strong enough to show in her actions. A huge sense of fear and excitement welled up in her chest, and Presea's voice was constricted for a second or two.
Daddy.
That's...what she called him once, wasn't it? He reminded her of her own father, long ago, and he even freed her, too.
[Voice]
Daddy.
That's...what she called him once, wasn't it? He reminded her of her own father, long ago, and he even freed her, too.
She never got to thank him.]
K-Kratos...?