[It's a pang Kratos knows well; the same one he'd felt before, in fact, knowing as he did what position Yuan had possessed for so long. He sends back wry sympathy, for all the way Yuan's expression doesn't show it.]

Hmn. One might almost think it was Armageddon.

[This is dry, very nearly resigned, but still with humour there. Kratos opens his eyes, finally, only to glance down at the rap of Yuan's spoon on his bowl. With a huff he raises his full spoon again.]

If you mothered your Renegades like this, it's a wonder any of you got anything done.