Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Yes. Gods profited from mortal suffering. They could do without it, but they still profited. Kratos thought about it with distaste, when he did think about it. In general he was very much a man that lived in the now. He did not hum when he worked, nor did he mull over the past when he did not need to. The witch Kratos had known had been isolated, a true witch in the woods. She had abhorred suffering, or so others had said. Strange, for a god.
Kratos suspected what she was fishing for, and had no real intention to give it. It was not secret, and yet he was not inclined to display his wife's heritage to strangers. He left her briefly to crack a bottlecap free, barehanded, and hand over the brown glass to one of the baseball fans. Upon returning near enough to continue the conversation, he leaned hips backward against the counter and register rather than leaning forward again. He brought his glass with him, and stood there sipping it in what appeared to be sublime stillness.
"Manage," Kratos repeated. "Yes." This statement of hers did not seem to have any bearing on the question, and he looked at her with his usual deadpan confusion without saying anything further.