[The sound of approaching footsteps, shortly coupled with a voice, catch Kratos' attention quickly enough. He stops walking and turns to get a look at whoever's coming over. Oh. This man is the one who helped Lloyd, isn't he? Kotetsu, if memory serves.
Wait, Red? That's a... lame nickname. Really lame. If he doesn't appear overly amused by it, it's because he's really not.]
My name is Kratos, Kotetsu, and I am about to begin my patrol shift.
[Saying the other's name serves as way to get across the message that, yes, he does remember that one week. That week and only that week, but still. Oh and feelings. No memories of his future self, but all the feelings. Honestly, it's far more troublesome and annoying than it sounds.]
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Wait, Red? That's a... lame nickname. Really lame. If he doesn't appear overly amused by it, it's because he's really not.]
My name is Kratos, Kotetsu, and I am about to begin my patrol shift.
[Saying the other's name serves as way to get across the message that, yes, he does remember that one week. That week and only that week, but still. Oh and feelings. No memories of his future self, but all the feelings. Honestly, it's far more troublesome and annoying than it sounds.]