[It isn't tenable. It isn't at all; and the weight of it is almost unbearable. Even for Kratos, with all his stoicism and the knowledge that he had done this, it's unbearable. He is -- not so strong as to be able to manage forever, even if he deserves it. Not especially since he already knows he wasn't strong enough to stad up to O Branain's questioning.

[In the dark of an evening, in Yuan's tent, while they're so precisely ignoring one another, Kratos speaks low and raw to the darkness, where he doesn't know if he wishes Yuan is asleep or not.]

If it would assuage anything, please see fit to take my life.

[It is Yuan's. But surely, anything at all would be better than this -- this waiting.]