[Yuan knows what Kratos trying to convince himself of something sounds like.]

Very few people intend to die, Kratos.

[When he comes back across the bathroom it's with an elastic band. He takes the end of the braid from Kratos, finishing it off with brisk, efficient twists. Kratos perhaps could have done it himself, but Yuan isn't quite in the mood to let him.]

[He leans against the counter instead of the tub when he's done, looking past Kratos rather than at him.]

It matters less when you don't know what it is to be human in the first place, I suppose.

[An aggravated noise, not quite a sigh.]

Don't turn away. That was where we lost it.

[It's not like any of them made it four thousand years without breaking a little.]