[It's more than enough to push An-Hei back a few feet, and for someone to, finally, push through the crowd to keep him back. Even still, Yuan's last words makes An-Hei laugh, a bitter, hysterical laugh with no humour in it.]

Yours?! That man should never have been allowed to live!

[Still, he's being pulled back, if only due to the strength of someone who knows him, murmuring something unheard into his ear. Kratos pushes himself gingerly upright, though his breath catches with the motion; it's enough to see An-Hei's feet, though he doesn't lift his head enough to see any higher.]

I'm sorry for the death of your husband.

[His voice is low, rough because of the pain in his side and the unfamiliarity of the language. All he gets for his trouble is a tearful string of abuse, though at least An-Hei's friends keep him back this time, one of them speaking to Yuan over the sound of An-Hei's grief.]

Just get him out of here.