[The sight of the Swallow isn't a surprise, but it is a blow; the kind which cuts too cleanly to stun. Envy isn't an emotion with which Kratos is familiar, and yet hear it is, in all its cloying bitterness. Yuan has his legendary blade, and Flamberge is left in the hands of a man who doesn't deserve to know its secrets.]

Yes.

[He'd belatedly gotten something from the mess-hall before he left. It wasn't much, and even now sits hard in his gut. He's weary in both body and spirit, and mind as well. Everything sits heavy. But, yes, he can comply, in speaking quietly.]

You told him about the mana of the bloodline.