[It's wholly alien, having someone -- nestle into him so whole-heartedly and intentionally. There's a stone in the pit of Yuan's stomach nevertheless. Is he so pathetically starved for any kind of warmth that it's all it takes to make him betray his country and responsibilities?]

[But then, his country never has done much for him; he has had to fight and claw for every concession he has wrung out of it. For all that he loves Nidavellir and doesn't know, perhaps, why.]

I don't know.

[Heavy and quiet. Yuan stares at the back of Kratos's head, still and not really seeing it.]

I cannot fulfill all my duties, like this.