[His intentions had been good, but somehow, Kratos had managed to screw it up again. What was he supposed to do?]

You did not accept me as such at the time. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable.

[He hesitates as he looks at Lloyd's lowered head and slightly sunken shoulders. Whatever it is about Kratos being missing from the picture that upsets Lloyd doesn't matter, what matters is the result. Hesitantly, he reaches up and unclasps his locket, holding it out.]

If...

[Goodness, this is awkward.]

If you would prefer it this way, we can trade. I do not require a picture of myself, after all. It's you and your mother I wish to see.