[Kratos doesn't reply until he's finished at least a decent amount of food. It's to his taste, but heavy -- he isn't finishing this tray, so soon after being in the refresher. Then he puts down the fork, more forcefully than necessary. His words are softer, but cutting.]

Then we need to make the world accept idealism alone -- and to do that some of us must be willing to stand on our ideals, regardless of what we might face. Hand me the towel.

[He sets the tray aside and proceeds to climb out, carefully. His aches are eased but the fatigue is setting in, and he needs a hand on the wall to stave off the dizziness.]