[... Yuan doesn't sound as though they're on the same page, and abruptly Kratos feels a pang of doubt that he understands at all. It's while trying to parse that confusion that Yuan kneels before him, and before Kratos can avoid his gaze, it's already been met. There's no condemnation in Yuan's face. Frustration and anger, yes, but not condemnation.

[Kratos's brow furrows, and he answers without obfuscating.]

Some youths at the markets. I don't know their names. I --

[An apology obviously isn't necessary, but Kratos still feels as though he's missing something. He's failed on some level, surely; why wouldn't the apology be necessary? Yet Yuan acts as though he's done nothing wrong. Surely there must have been something. Surely there's something he can fix.]

I don't understand.