[Kratos waits out the silence patiently by reading his book. It's a tattered thing with a split spine, but it's one of the few that's managed to survive the hard travel up the mountains. He barely looks up when Yuan speaks, and merely turns the page.]

And yet, here I am.

[Kratos recognises the tone of that objection quite well; the tone of a grudging admission to self, with a potential admission to Kratos soon to follow, so long as Kratos doesn't tip his hand.]