[That's almost downright catty, but there's no heat behind it. Yuan keeps up what he's doing, but his hands still when Kratos asks that question. His gaze goes distant, seeing something very different from what's in front of him.]
...Because Martel is... already dead.
[She'd done this for both of them, in her time. There are so many things in which Yuan can't help but think of her.]
And she would hate what's been done in her name.
[Yuan's voice has an uncomfortable rasp to it. He resumes his steady combing-out of Kratos' hair, saying nothing more for the moment. Kratos ought to be able to put something together from that alone, anyway; twenty years isn't so long.]
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[That's almost downright catty, but there's no heat behind it. Yuan keeps up what he's doing, but his hands still when Kratos asks that question. His gaze goes distant, seeing something very different from what's in front of him.]
...Because Martel is... already dead.
[She'd done this for both of them, in her time. There are so many things in which Yuan can't help but think of her.]
And she would hate what's been done in her name.
[Yuan's voice has an uncomfortable rasp to it. He resumes his steady combing-out of Kratos' hair, saying nothing more for the moment. Kratos ought to be able to put something together from that alone, anyway; twenty years isn't so long.]