[What he is, Kratos doesn't know. There's half formed thoughts there; the musing that if he hadn't been in this position, slave to this man, then he may never have seen the wonder he did today. That he had never known, truly, the beauty and gravity of that which underpins the world. That he must surely be blessed.]
... I wish. I could feel it again. All the time.
[Sleepily wistful, not really thinking of the fact there must be drawbacks; but to be able to sense and manipulate that which enlivens the world ... surely. Surely there's artistry and fable to this.]
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[What he is, Kratos doesn't know. There's half formed thoughts there; the musing that if he hadn't been in this position, slave to this man, then he may never have seen the wonder he did today. That he had never known, truly, the beauty and gravity of that which underpins the world. That he must surely be blessed.]
... I wish. I could feel it again. All the time.
[Sleepily wistful, not really thinking of the fact there must be drawbacks; but to be able to sense and manipulate that which enlivens the world ... surely. Surely there's artistry and fable to this.]