[Neither of them are. And now that Kratos is paying attention, Yuan pacing around him like that is -- not precisely helping. The way Yuan paces is far different from Mithos as Yggdrasill. Mithos, as Yggdrasill, stalks, intending to be in blind spots, intending to unnerve; he hunts. Yuan's pace is clipped and impatient, in one's face and unhidden, unashamed.
[But they both circle him, watching him, expecting; and Kratos finds himself watching Yuan warily, without meaning to.
[After everything, this is not what he wants -- to demean Yuan with mistrust. With a jerk Kratos looks away, and returns to his original stance. He starts with a breath, again, and proceeds with the pattern. This time, even from the start, it's obvious he's scattered, whatever peace he'd found lost by the memory of Yggdrasill treating him like ... like an inferior being. Like a traitor.]
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[But they both circle him, watching him, expecting; and Kratos finds himself watching Yuan warily, without meaning to.
[After everything, this is not what he wants -- to demean Yuan with mistrust. With a jerk Kratos looks away, and returns to his original stance. He starts with a breath, again, and proceeds with the pattern. This time, even from the start, it's obvious he's scattered, whatever peace he'd found lost by the memory of Yggdrasill treating him like ... like an inferior being. Like a traitor.]