[Evidently Kratos isn't leaving off. Yuan gathers up the whole mental mess of it, from the split-second flinch of knew you'd turn on me to the slow creeping ache of the decision to kill his friend, made and made again, and he shoves it at the thready link in a minor fit of temper. Kratos can deal with it, if he wants so badly to.]
[Telepathy re-established does no favors for his temper. Damn. Seconds after, Yuan closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing and striving to reclaim calm.]
I'm sorry.
[This is, markedly, for the mental shove, and not for everything else, which has already had its apology.]
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[Evidently Kratos isn't leaving off. Yuan gathers up the whole mental mess of it, from the split-second flinch of knew you'd turn on me to the slow creeping ache of the decision to kill his friend, made and made again, and he shoves it at the thready link in a minor fit of temper. Kratos can deal with it, if he wants so badly to.]
[Telepathy re-established does no favors for his temper. Damn. Seconds after, Yuan closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing and striving to reclaim calm.]
I'm sorry.
[This is, markedly, for the mental shove, and not for everything else, which has already had its apology.]