[They've approached the intersection, at this point, and Kratos takes a breath to check himself, chagrined by the realisation that he has almost entirely forgotten himself. It isn't the first time; but there is a very good reason why Kratos tries to be taciturn. Anything less results in ... well, in moments like this.

[He's not sure if Yuan's words are meant to be a tease or not.]

Heh. I suppose I am.

[... He should probably put a lid on that. It's getting too close to things he can no longer have. Luckily, the theatre is further down the street; by the time they pass it, it should hurt less. In the meantime, he turns up the street, which has fewer people in it; but the people they pass now greet Kratos more regularly, and frequently by name.]

This area of the city is where the subsistence bloodlines live.

[It is, markedly, far less descriptive than anything else Kratos has said recently.]