[Kratos's head is bowed more than would warrant, if it were just them; but it isn't just them, and he can't bring himself to meet Yuan's gaze. Not now. Not until he can -- tell Yuan what he did. Because, of course, he will. It isn't a secret he can keep without it being poison. So: his hair hides his eyes.
[As he moves past the bodies, he glances down; and then he looks straight, swallowing hard, for he knows these people. He knows their faces; he knows their voices.
[He knows their names.
[He walks past them, back as straight as can be managed, and breath as even as he can do, and tries not to think of blood splatter on his clothes, or anything else. By the time he makes it to the mess tent Kratos is quite aware of the parts of him which ache for having fallen and twisted as he did; but nevertheless, he makes himself available, and wordlessly sets to whatever task is given to him. He makes sure, also, to remain where he might be easily found.]
no subject
[Kratos's head is bowed more than would warrant, if it were just them; but it isn't just them, and he can't bring himself to meet Yuan's gaze. Not now. Not until he can -- tell Yuan what he did. Because, of course, he will. It isn't a secret he can keep without it being poison. So: his hair hides his eyes.
[As he moves past the bodies, he glances down; and then he looks straight, swallowing hard, for he knows these people. He knows their faces; he knows their voices.
[He knows their names.
[He walks past them, back as straight as can be managed, and breath as even as he can do, and tries not to think of blood splatter on his clothes, or anything else. By the time he makes it to the mess tent Kratos is quite aware of the parts of him which ache for having fallen and twisted as he did; but nevertheless, he makes himself available, and wordlessly sets to whatever task is given to him. He makes sure, also, to remain where he might be easily found.]