The next wormhole spits him out upon the beach of a world half-gone, half-eaten already. He sees the others here, his wild eyes frantic to lay upon Rhy and although she looks as battered as he, she breathes and so that is well enough for him. They are a battered and broken group, far from white knights more accustomed to saving ladies. But then again, was it not Carnage that sent them here? The Skeleton King? The eater of souls and breaker of spirits?
Bloody faced he steps to Gail, the object of his charge, the culmination of his journey, the reason why he bleeds before her. “Why?” She asks and he repeats it back to her, “why? Because he has risked us all for you, strangers and those that carry his own blood alike. Where I’ve been,” he motions with a swing of his heavy white head, “where we’ve all been, is unimaginable. Those of us that live through this, if..” Kratos adds emphasis to the word, for if she knew Carnage she knew full well what would become of them if they failed their dread god, “we survive this, will be forevermore changed.” He says, black lips caked and cracked with the dried blood from his nose, “as I know you are, forevermore changed.” Predator’s eyes gleam softer now, perhaps out of pity, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion. “I’ve seen what you’ve seen,” he takes a step towards her, his voice rising as the howl of the Eats of the World grew louder, closer. “And it scares me too,” he admits quietly, “come with us, come with me.” He asks, shifting his weight uneasily as the roaring of the end of the world becomes almost defeaning – they didn’t have long now and his words didn’t seem to cause much variance in her deadpan face.
“Look, I’m not good at this shit, I never have been. I’m not my father,” a titan’s sigh escapes his lips, “if he was here, he would know exactly what to say and in all likelihood you’d probably end up going home with him instead anyway.” A bit of levity breaks his lips in a laugh that somehow rises above the screams of the dying earth, “you weren’t supposed to die here. Your soul has lingered here too long for this to have meant to be your grave. Come back with us, decide if you'll stay once you see your new world, our new world. Beqanna is different and change is coming. Be a part of it, with us."
Bloody faced he steps to Gail, the object of his charge, the culmination of his journey, the reason why he bleeds before her. “Why?” She asks and he repeats it back to her, “why? Because he has risked us all for you, strangers and those that carry his own blood alike. Where I’ve been,” he motions with a swing of his heavy white head, “where we’ve all been, is unimaginable. Those of us that live through this, if..” Kratos adds emphasis to the word, for if she knew Carnage she knew full well what would become of them if they failed their dread god, “we survive this, will be forevermore changed.” He says, black lips caked and cracked with the dried blood from his nose, “as I know you are, forevermore changed.” Predator’s eyes gleam softer now, perhaps out of pity, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion. “I’ve seen what you’ve seen,” he takes a step towards her, his voice rising as the howl of the Eats of the World grew louder, closer. “And it scares me too,” he admits quietly, “come with us, come with me.” He asks, shifting his weight uneasily as the roaring of the end of the world becomes almost defeaning – they didn’t have long now and his words didn’t seem to cause much variance in her deadpan face.
“Look, I’m not good at this shit, I never have been. I’m not my father,” a titan’s sigh escapes his lips, “if he was here, he would know exactly what to say and in all likelihood you’d probably end up going home with him instead anyway.” A bit of levity breaks his lips in a laugh that somehow rises above the screams of the dying earth, “you weren’t supposed to die here. Your soul has lingered here too long for this to have meant to be your grave. Come back with us, decide if you'll stay once you see your new world, our new world. Beqanna is different and change is coming. Be a part of it, with us."