'We'?

[Kratos glances pointedly at Yuan. The collective is something of a surprise, he has to admit; Yuan has a rebellion to run, after all. Surely he doesn't have time, between this and attending Yggdrasill, to follow them around to the seals.]

I'd have said Efreet. He's not as volatile as he seems.

[He pauses, considering.]

I'm also not sure we're better served by avoiding helping in the pact-battle.

Aw, man, we're going to have to fight?

[From Lloyd, of course. Kratos doesn't let the smile rise to the surface.]

Yes. The summon spirits test strength of arms and strength of heart. To be honest -- we may have gone about that the wrong way, when we first did it. Remember Gnome, after Mithos bested him?

[Kratos glances toward Yuan again.]

Remember what he said? 'What kind of friends are you guys? You stood by the sidelines and let him go at me all alone.' I have to wonder ...

[What, he isn't sure how to articulate. But he remembers the words; he remembers that they struck him, and he ignored them, in favour of Mithos's insistence that he was old enoguh, mature enough, to shoulder the burden. Ignored them, in favour of letting Mithos prove himself unnecessarily.]

If we don't fight, they may view it was suspicious. It's what we did last time.