[No one directs another question at Kratos, which is perhaps just as well, because somewhere between Valkyrie's laughter and Ghastly's disbelief, Kratos stiffens. He straightens up, all geniality dropping away into granite sternness, and he turns automatically towards the door in response to that time-threaded mana waiting.

[Kratos, this is Saracen Rue. We fought in the war together.

[One more time: you don't remember anything beyond what I'm doing in this room here?

[Spirits. Spirits, that is -- that is not a good sensation. At all. For all the seal and Origin's power, Kratos had not previously remembered events two days before they occurred.]