[Where do you find such strength? It's a whispering wonderment, that, a kind of awe mixed with gratitude, unaware amidst mental exhaustion that it's even there. But it is. Yuan had wondered at Kratos's endurance, not all that long ago; it turns out that Yuan, of all of them, has managed to burn true for the longest.
[Kratos focusses on the rhythm of Yuan's hand in a half-daze of weariness, though the idea of trying to sleep again makes Kratos's chest clench. This isn't the kind of weariness which can be fixed by sleep.
[But it's being fixed by Yuan, just being there; by Yuan's fierce promise, by the fact that he considers Kratos worth saving over and over. Once upon a time ... once upon a time this wouldn't have been a surprise.
[I'm not sure I remember how, is the vague sense of lostness which comes back in response to that unspoken question; but at least it isn't a despairing sort. After all that time being regarded as inferior, Kratos isn't even sure he's any more human than the other angels. A sense of amused irony follows, of the lines of how is it that you seem to know?]
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[Kratos focusses on the rhythm of Yuan's hand in a half-daze of weariness, though the idea of trying to sleep again makes Kratos's chest clench. This isn't the kind of weariness which can be fixed by sleep.
[But it's being fixed by Yuan, just being there; by Yuan's fierce promise, by the fact that he considers Kratos worth saving over and over. Once upon a time ... once upon a time this wouldn't have been a surprise.
[I'm not sure I remember how, is the vague sense of lostness which comes back in response to that unspoken question; but at least it isn't a despairing sort. After all that time being regarded as inferior, Kratos isn't even sure he's any more human than the other angels. A sense of amused irony follows, of the lines of how is it that you seem to know?]