[Zelos isn't in a position to appreciate how rare the opportunity is, especially since growing up as the Chosen often means getting anything he asks for. But there are limits to getting anything he asks for, and those limits usually include holding dangerous weapons, and so there's still a sense of reverential care about Zelos as he reaches up.

He doesn't take very much of the sword's weight before his face screws up and he stops trying. The strain across his shoulders doesn't help, but Zelos is now sure beyond a doubt that even if he were completely healthy and using both hands, he probably couldn't so much as hold the damn thing.]

You aren't gonna tell me where you got it from, are you?

[That's partly because Yuan usually avoids questions like that, and partly because Zelos knows there's something he doesn't know and quite probably shouldn't know and okay, he can accept that, but that doesn't mean he can't be a little bitter about it.]

You can make it up to me by showing me how strong you are right now.

[His expression is bright, teasing, and hopeful.]