[Kratos stirs with a breath, his distant gaze dragging back. He makes a noise as if he's about to object to Yuan's bending knee before him in such a way, then subsides. It's hard to tell whether he stops because Yuan's already done this for him and insisted, or because it expends too much energy.

[For a few minutes Kratos watches wordlessly, shifting only enough to help Yuan remove the brace. When he speaks it's a surprise even to himself, and his voice is low and dragging.]

I don't know how to endure this.

['This'. His feelings. His fears. His guilt and heartache and the fact of the sword, on the belt of that man. The tears haven't stopped flowing.]