[Dirk's cursing across the way, and objects crash to the floor. Kratos doesn't see any of it, because his eyes are closed. Even with the solid wall at his back and Yuan's tight grip on his wrist, Kratos feels as though he's being turbulently thrown.]
Yes.
[His voice comes out husky, and even though he's not by rights healed enough to set aside his angelic constitution, Kratos flings that benefit away if only so he has the outlet of tears. He draws in a breath and it shakes; and then the world settles, and Kratos feels the hollow wash of nothing under the combined mana of the two worlds, like an empty breath with nothing to feed it.
[Kratos doesn't quite realise that he's turned to Yuan, but he has, unspeaking and with an expression of mixed fear and hope, and unacknowledged tears on his cheeks. In their heads it's nothing but a blast of agonising suspense, feeling the worlds as they once were, waiting for the bloom of the germinated Seed.]
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Yes.
[His voice comes out husky, and even though he's not by rights healed enough to set aside his angelic constitution, Kratos flings that benefit away if only so he has the outlet of tears. He draws in a breath and it shakes; and then the world settles, and Kratos feels the hollow wash of nothing under the combined mana of the two worlds, like an empty breath with nothing to feed it.
[Kratos doesn't quite realise that he's turned to Yuan, but he has, unspeaking and with an expression of mixed fear and hope, and unacknowledged tears on his cheeks. In their heads it's nothing but a blast of agonising suspense, feeling the worlds as they once were, waiting for the bloom of the germinated Seed.]