[Yuan gives this a few more mental curses, as it deserves, and his pace quickens, strides lengthening. ...it may not be kind to Kratos, but evidently speed is of the essence now.]

[...no. The time is enough; Kratos calculated well enough. Yuan clenches his jaw and pauses at the next corner, proceeding more measuredly from there.]

We'll talk about this later.

[When the responsibility is discharged, and Yuan isn't going to immediately yell with sheer frustrated anger. He's going to maintain a stiff-shouldered, stony silence most of the way to the depot.]