[Yuan finds himself abruptly profoundly grateful for Zelos's intrusion into his life. Not many people would venture so far, so enthusiastically, for him.]
[And the fight is, for what it is, fun. Not the same fun of matching Kratos: but enjoyable, nevertheless.]
[When Nethan breaks off, Yuan follows suit, keeping things polite. Honorable. He inclines his head briefly-- once to Zelos, in thanks, and once to Nethan, in slightly different thanks. He's almost smiling.]
I didn't.
[A glance aside.]
That place no longer exists in any form you would recognize, so the point is moot.
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[And the fight is, for what it is, fun. Not the same fun of matching Kratos: but enjoyable, nevertheless.]
[When Nethan breaks off, Yuan follows suit, keeping things polite. Honorable. He inclines his head briefly-- once to Zelos, in thanks, and once to Nethan, in slightly different thanks. He's almost smiling.]
I didn't.
[A glance aside.]
That place no longer exists in any form you would recognize, so the point is moot.