Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Once, Kratos had the power Ares had once ruled. It had brought him no satisfaction, not like his existence as head of an army. A visceral, vicious fighter, Kratos had found far more fulfillment in the actions of war and the battlefield than as the figurehead of cultural conflict. Ares had often joined in the thick of the fighting in his day, though he had no interest in the maneuvers and honors of men, not like Kratos had—and did. How small this tiny hamlet was in comparison to his former life; and yet, the place of his son’s birth had been even smaller.
It was hard to tell what Kratos did and did not understand. Nine times out of ten he wouldn’t even offer a definitive ‘yes’ and ‘no,’ just one of his growling grunts.
Stop. He assumed she meant at number of children. “It was what she wished.”
He accepted her answer, as if it had been a lecture of explanation. Nod.