[The fact that Yuan can still see the world for what it is, instead of what they wish it to be, is a never-ending source of awe and inspiration at once. And, occasionally, exasperation. Sometimes Kratos doesn't know what he is, as if he's caught between Yuan's realism and Mithos's idealism.

[Right now, Yuan seems the wiser of the two.

[Where the Sword impaled me, you mean. This is resigned, but the fragile sort. When Kratos focusses inward, it's that part of him which feels brightest and most unstable. He couldn't even go near it; he can barely channel anything to his hands. Can you give it a nudge?

[Sometimes they'd used to be able to nudge each other's mana into alignment, using some combination of Kratos's healing mana and the fact they're so closely aligned, and know each other so well. It's a hopeful request, though Kratos doubts it'll be nearly so easy.]