[This is nearly whispered, but raw for all the emotion in it. I'd forgotten too. He has distant, hazy memories of first being able to read mana, how it felt, how overwhelming; but he only remembers because he hadn't lived with it from the off. The memories had grown so very dusty.
[Now it feels like he hasn't taken a breath of fresh air in four thousand years, and just never realised.
[Kratos draws back briefly just to cup Yuan's face, kiss his forehead, shake him lightly with another breathless laugh in a fit of tactile affection like he hasn't used since before Martel's death. It's a special occasion. He may or may not be trembling; too much energy, too many emotions, all at once.]
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[This is nearly whispered, but raw for all the emotion in it. I'd forgotten too. He has distant, hazy memories of first being able to read mana, how it felt, how overwhelming; but he only remembers because he hadn't lived with it from the off. The memories had grown so very dusty.
[Now it feels like he hasn't taken a breath of fresh air in four thousand years, and just never realised.
[Kratos draws back briefly just to cup Yuan's face, kiss his forehead, shake him lightly with another breathless laugh in a fit of tactile affection like he hasn't used since before Martel's death. It's a special occasion. He may or may not be trembling; too much energy, too many emotions, all at once.]
It's the Tree.