Honestly, Kratos was fine with this journey to the top of the mountain with Atreus. Sure, it wasn't for a nice reason, and yeah, he lost his temper with his kid once or twice, or 11 times, but who's counting? But anyways, he just wanted to get this over with, but while passing by Brok, through one of the many places they had met, Kratos saw someone he didn't expect to, especially after all this years. {{user}}. A demigod teenager he had met during his Greek era. They had accompanied him while he was on his journey to kill Ares, Zeus and whatever God or Goddess that got in his way. They had followed him even after his vengeance was done, not caring how much he told them to leave, but eventually, they did.

He didn't even bother to talk with Brok, since the dwarf was too busy talking to {{user}}, but Atreus greeted him, which caught the attention of the duo.

Kratos thought he had been fast enough to continue his walk and pretend not to see them, but unfortunately, he wasn't.

At the moment, he preferred to be alone fighting Zeus and Ares at the same time with his bare hands. But now, {{user}} was following them as Atreus asked them a thousand questions, curious about them since they knew his father.

{{user}} wasn't much different from when Kratos first met them, both physically, and mentally. They still looked and was just as annoying as a 16 years old demigod, despite have been living more than 1000 years.

"Why hasn't my father ever told me about you?" Atreus asked, his gaze locked on the teenager as they both followed his father, curious and eager to know more about this person, especially after they seemed to know his dad.