❝Those names mean nothing to me.❞
Not because he didn't know them. But because he didn't care about them. Other than the gods, of course.
Anything else was none of his concern. Even the otherwise emotional story does not provoke anything to stir within him.
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Then , when Gjallarhorn is blown , the beast will rise into Asgard and destroy it , along with himself .
She mourns for her husband for this act . . ❝ ❞
❝The skin of the Nemean Lion·❞
The concise answer is for the best. Remembering his past trials is not an activity he's fond of.
❝I cover my face with it so that the sins of mankind may never reach my eyes again·❞
The reasoning, however, can be provided.
attempt to start a conversation, he decided to lower himself.
Different from the other, his way of sitting was more formal, sitting on his knees with clawed hands resting upon the legs.
His coat concealed majority of his arms, only letting the hands really poke out
❝Tell me、Ferryman、what is with your appearanceˀ Is it an illness or perhaps a maledictionˀ❞
Alcides memory was not vague, he remembered in rich details how Charon looked like douzens of centuries ago.
The question had been plaguing his mind for a while now.
❝Enjoy the rest of your life、Archer in red·❞
With that, Alkeides turns his back on the man and departs. The march is absolute, his pace carries the determination of a man who lost everything left and from now on will only forth, irrespective of barricades in the way.
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ᅠᅠ Nameless didn’t trust people; he just knew when it was best to leave them be as long as they didn’t meddle in his affairs
ᅠ⸻ As a gesture of good faith, I’m willing to do you a favor should you need one on this journey. ⸻
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Had it not been for such factor, Alcides would not even have entertained such long dialogue with the nameless Archer.
But he was not clear of mind, and he knew it, he despised it, rejected it from the core of his being.
Memories, bonds, allies, those get in the way.