[Yuan hates this. There's no ease in the space between them, like there has been, and Kratos is-- much like he was when Yuan first brought him home, actually. Whatever progress has been made building something resembling friendship -- if it can be called friendship -- is gone. Perhaps salvageable. Perhaps not.]

[There are some things he'll need to sort out first. He hangs his cloak and turns to Kratos.]

What were you thinking?

[It's not outraged, angry as it might have been earlier in the day. Yuan sounds wearier now, worn-down and frustrated.]