[Yuan won't stop him. Once Kratos has left the room, he won't pretend to care about the scattered belongings anymore, either. Whatever pens, paper and bits of plastic that are still lying around will stay there as Yuan takes a seat on his bed, burying his face in his hands.
Why couldn't he just have an easy life? All he wanted when he was young was to be respected and have a family of his own. Four thousand years later, and he still has neither of those things.]
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Why couldn't he just have an easy life? All he wanted when he was young was to be respected and have a family of his own. Four thousand years later, and he still has neither of those things.]