[The wonder makes Kratos laugh, a short, humourless bark which takes him by surprise enough that it cuts off a moment later. He sends back amused disbelief, something along the lines of look at me; and I can barely string two thoughts together; and I can't even ...

[That last feeling trails off vaguely. Can barely talk. Possibly can't use his mana. Can't make decisions for himself. And that's now, after he's away from the Sword; if Yuan only knew how many times he'd begged himself hoarse ...

[And Mithos -- Yggdrasill -- Mithos -- had laughed.]

Sit down. I'll do your hair.

[He doesn't want to think about this anymore.]