[Kratos survived. Kratos is still here. Perhaps it isn't what he would think of as valiant; but Yuan is pleased to have preserved his life nevertheless.]

[He waits for Kratos to be vertical, for some signal that Kratos is all right with going, has seen and gained what he needed to from this place. It is not, Yuan thinks, someplace to stay. It's more of a monument for others now.]

[The turn toward the door is signal enough. Yuan turns to go that way, allowing Kratos the space to fall into step with him. Quietly, just a little bit over his shoulder:]

Will the rest of the city be too wearing on you?

[On your leg; on your heart.]