No.

[Kratos shakes his head slowly, closes his eyes; lets himself feel, in these moments, the air and the stone under his feet; the sense of Raine nearby, his own mana light-lightning. He feels them, and turns his attention inward; examines himself with a cool objectivity he has not used in ... ever.

[Can he do this? Can he stand up, at last, as he tried to do and failed -- can he make this choice to stand with this son at the beginning, instead of clutching the failing strings of a plan worn through until someone else is forced to make it for him? (Hasn't he already done that, with the act of being here, giving Colette the key-crest, living in Iselia to know these people, giving them his love and denying it to Mithos?)

[I'm sorry, Martel.

[Kratos opens his eyes.]

I'll stand with you. I've ... been running for a long time. I shouldn't, anymore. I will not.

[Lloyd isn't. It isn't right, to make him clean up Kratos's mistakes. Yet Kratos is still surprised to find his hands shaking; he fists them, as if that will help.]