[The emotion in the thought is almost overwhelming. Kratos isn't used to having a coherent conversation this way any more, is he? Yuan weathers it with barely a wince, though his expression softens from wry humor into something much more sorrowful.]

No. Kratos--

[What can be said? Yuan reaches to brush away some of those tears, with a readiness born of much familiarity with the children.]

Look to your right.

[Yuan waits for Kratos to do so before continuing, explaining since it will need to be spelled out.]

I've been in Iselia most of that time.

[He's trying to be gentle about this, but gentle never has been his expertise, and it's a little lost in the wake of that sheer hopelessness in Kratos' mind. The blunt instrument wins.]

The boy currently pretending to be asleep on your leg is Lloyd Irving. He has his mother's surname, for obvious reasons, but I think his stubbornness is more than likely your doing.

[Lloyd bears a truly stunning resemblance when his hair is dampened out of unruly spikes.]