[Not enough. It is not enough. For the first time Kratos moves, pushing himself up and swinging his bad leg around, and not quite sinking so much as falling, in a controlled fashion, to his knees in front of Yuan. His hands reach out, and if they cannot find hands then they will simply grip clothes.]

It is not your responsibility alone. Didn't you tell me to say when things -- were too much? When I could -- no longer bear it?

I cannot take it back; I cannot say I would do differently. If my only alternative in future is to do nothing or throw myself on swords instead, I know what I would choose, and it would not make you feel any better than you do now. But I made the choice, also. Don't -- if I am not to hold my feelings alone, than neither are you.

[He bends his head more, and his grip tightens, and his voice comes rawer still.]

You are mine also, remember?