[Damn it all, Kratos is going to make him spell this out. Yuan's eyebrows draw down as he frowns.]
[Softer emotions didn't always come harder to him. As angry as he is, it's a minor fight just to gentle himself, and another to find some way to say what he means.]
You said I-- changed your mind. Somehow, you believe that it's possible to make a change in others, and you are simultaneously proof of it.
[It's... more concrete hope than Yuan has entirely had before, especially given the presence of a plan.]
Further, you're--
[Damn it, what is he trying to say? Yuan shakes his head.]
Mine. My responsibility. I won't allow harm to come to you if I can prevent it. There are... things I can accept, even if I dislike them, because I cannot fight every battle. It becomes a weighing of which fights are worth picking, and what lines I won't allow to be crossed. For myself, there must be things I won't accept, or I will begin to accept everything.
[His explanation sounds wandering and uncertain even to himself, and he finds that his shoulders have come up and he's scowling. Frustrated again, Yuan sits back on his heels and studies Kratos's hands, unwilling to leave just yet but not quite managing to look him in the face all the same.]
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[Softer emotions didn't always come harder to him. As angry as he is, it's a minor fight just to gentle himself, and another to find some way to say what he means.]
You said I-- changed your mind. Somehow, you believe that it's possible to make a change in others, and you are simultaneously proof of it.
[It's... more concrete hope than Yuan has entirely had before, especially given the presence of a plan.]
Further, you're--
[Damn it, what is he trying to say? Yuan shakes his head.]
Mine. My responsibility. I won't allow harm to come to you if I can prevent it. There are... things I can accept, even if I dislike them, because I cannot fight every battle. It becomes a weighing of which fights are worth picking, and what lines I won't allow to be crossed. For myself, there must be things I won't accept, or I will begin to accept everything.
[His explanation sounds wandering and uncertain even to himself, and he finds that his shoulders have come up and he's scowling. Frustrated again, Yuan sits back on his heels and studies Kratos's hands, unwilling to leave just yet but not quite managing to look him in the face all the same.]