[It's not so much a word, which Kratos sends back, so much as a current sensation; that distant pulse, the sound of a distant avalanche which is the worlds grinding together. Yes, he still feels it.]

It was necessary. The seal is split, in a fashion, which makes sense because the spirit it binds has dominion over time and space. His part of the seal is deep in a sacred forest in Tethe'alla. It extends over the Sword, wherever it lies; and it lies at the Tower of Salvation, the crux where the worlds are split. The two are bound together in me.

[Yes, this is easier; speaking without thinking, without effort. It's the most he's said since he's awoken, though, and his voice has become raw again by the end of it. It doesn't hurt, but he can hear it in his tone, so he stops.]