[Yuan has an inkling where it started. He settles beside Kratos onto the stairs properly, not the half-kneeling he'd been doing, and lets his shoulders drop a little. This is... easier, when he's not looking at Kratos.]

I started the Renegades centuries ago. I didn't turn to you then.

[He isn't offering excuses for it. It's simply... what is. They looked away from each other, and forgot the other was still at their back.]

Mmh. It's in his hands now, isn't it.

[Yuan believes in Lloyd, somehow. He didn't mean to, but somehow the boy's become their best hope.]

[Kratos's son.]

...Kratos. I...

[What point in pride, when the two of them have come to this, are relying on a boy not even eighteen to undo what they did?]

...I missed you. I'm sorry.

[For what he didn't do; for the lengths he went to.]