When We Were Young
Cephied Variable
"Let me guess- you're never coming back."
Kratos stopped walking, but didn't turn to face him. Yuan understood the sentiment- neither of them were looking for a fight- but he couldn't stop himself from being insulted. They'd been close, once. Yuan didn't like thinking that time had driven them apart.
"Don't pretend you don't understand." Kratos said simply, dropping his hand from his sword, "We've all done foolish things for love. You're no better than I am."
It stung, but Yuan still managed to sound unaffected: "So you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" he drawled, "You trust me that much?"
"Yes, I do." Kratos chuckled softly, "It won't take long for Mithos to find us anyways. Besides, you've always been too sentimental for your own good."
Yuan crossed his arms and said nothing. Later that night, he locked the door to his quarters, poured himself a tall glass of rye whiskey and tried to lose himself in memories. Kratos was right about him. Kratos had never been wrong about anything in his life until he met Anna.
Yuan hoped Mithos wouldn't kill him.
fin.