[Yuan's eye is drawn by motion; he glances up to see Kratos stretching before returning his attention to food. Still, from the corner of his eye he watches, now and again, and he does not miss the trembling hands.]

[...he understands the necessity of crippling Kratos. He dislikes the reality of it. Yuan is equally sure he'll have cause to think this again in future.]

To see what can be regained?

[They would have healed him after they did it, and Yuan doubts there will be any genuine fixing of it. Still.]

I can arrange it. How long ago...?

[It's impossible to tell what's going on in Kratos's head, but Yuan would be surprised if there is not some feeling of loss there. ...There is nothing he can say.]