[Yuan can't even remember the last time someone hugged him.]
[In the surprise of it he lets go of Kratos' wrist, turns closer into the embrace. There's a million little inconveniences -- the wall, the angle, armor, something twinging almost like pain -- but none of it matters. Lloyd and the others succeeded. The Seed is germinating, has bloomed into something greater. The worlds...]
[The worlds are one world again.]
[Yuan rests against Kratos' shoulder and mourns Martel in the same breath as he rejoices for the reunification of the world.]
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[In the surprise of it he lets go of Kratos' wrist, turns closer into the embrace. There's a million little inconveniences -- the wall, the angle, armor, something twinging almost like pain -- but none of it matters. Lloyd and the others succeeded. The Seed is germinating, has bloomed into something greater. The worlds...]
[The worlds are one world again.]
[Yuan rests against Kratos' shoulder and mourns Martel in the same breath as he rejoices for the reunification of the world.]
They did it. It's... over.
[Mithos, too, must be truly dead.]