[No one ever told Kratos to stop, except once -- with the theatre. Everything else, they told him to stay driven. Do better. Be stronger. Exercise judgement -- but push through, always. Be resolute.]

So it is.

[If there's an insult in there, Kratos doesn't see it. He glances automatically toward the bedhead, and his neck catches, and he releases a slow hiss, turning back.]

With stacking the pillows, I think.

[He can't turn very well, like this, but he should be able to manage to swing his legs up, once the pillows are stacked. Should.]