[For his part, Kratos barely notices that they had an audience; not that Lloyd or Colette, at least, begrudge him for that. They may not understand the whys, but they've seen the evidence of his wandering mind already. So they do obey Uncle Yuan, Lloyd with a slightly unhappy frown torn between looking longingly at that sword.

[The ledge is more than big enough for even the expansive knowledge of forms belonging to the angels, and the sun just hits the cliff rising above it. It's still cool in the shadow, but that will change fast.

[Kratos finds a place about the centre, unconsciously leaving space for Yuan beside him. He doesn't think, but his body finds the most instinctive of beginning stances. It feels natural, and yet not at once -- it's been so long that the moment he pauses, his mind goes blank, and he stands there for some moments instead, trying to remember what comes next.]