[Ajax and his father are easily found, sitting back in the small conference room having a private conversation with information that Aether is already privy to. The patriarch looks up in anger at first, but softens when he sees that it's Aether being trailed by Lorenz as they enter the room. He gestures for them to sit, Ajax reclining in one of the chairs and looking exasperated.
Trying to explain ancient gods to his old man wasn't fun, or easy, but at least he believes him.
Aether, I don't like the face you're wearing, his father says, though not with any malice or anger, but rather with worry. Sit down. Tell us what you found.
Ajax says nothing, looking over to Aether to study his friend's features. Whatever he found isn't good.]
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Trying to explain ancient gods to his old man wasn't fun, or easy, but at least he believes him.
Aether, I don't like the face you're wearing, his father says, though not with any malice or anger, but rather with worry. Sit down. Tell us what you found.
Ajax says nothing, looking over to Aether to study his friend's features. Whatever he found isn't good.]