[In recompense for that little irritation, Yuan tugs Kratos' hair lightly.]

Stay still, unless you want me to bring scissors into this.

[What would have happened if he'd trusted Kratos, long ago? Yuan doesn't know. He thinks, now, he regrets not trying.]

Tch. Humans don't survive that kind of injury without help, and in case it escaped your notice, that's exactly what you've made yourself.

[This is very deliberately obtuse, and the things he isn't saying burn at the back of his throat. That isn't what Kratos meant.]