[I learned it from others. Kratos among them; Kratos, and Martel, and Botta, and those he's come to know in Iselia. Mithos does not earn a mention.]
[Yuan falls silent mentally, but with the link 'open,' that quiet sense of presence conveyed in the lightest of ways. Letting Kratos rest, at least a little. At least until he reaches back again, at which point Yuan can't help but laugh, very softly.]
[It might be easier to learn from the outside. The thought is wry. He doesn't even remember parents to raise him in one race's heritage or the other; Yuan's never really considered himself elf or human at all. Only half-elf, something different altogether. Even mortality Yuan doesn't have the firmest grip on.]
[He isn't entirely sure why Kratos is regarding him this way; he doesn't feel he merits it. That may not matter to Kratos, though.]
no subject
[Yuan falls silent mentally, but with the link 'open,' that quiet sense of presence conveyed in the lightest of ways. Letting Kratos rest, at least a little. At least until he reaches back again, at which point Yuan can't help but laugh, very softly.]
[It might be easier to learn from the outside. The thought is wry. He doesn't even remember parents to raise him in one race's heritage or the other; Yuan's never really considered himself elf or human at all. Only half-elf, something different altogether. Even mortality Yuan doesn't have the firmest grip on.]
[He isn't entirely sure why Kratos is regarding him this way; he doesn't feel he merits it. That may not matter to Kratos, though.]