[Praise. Praise from Kratos. Words like that were always rare even when Kratos had actively been teaching him. Something warm fills him, making him feel like...

...like a kid whose father had just praised him. Suddenly that warm feeling takes on an awkwardness. He still has no idea how to deal with Kratos as his son.]

Th-thanks. I guess I didn't realize how people could have patterns, too. Maybe... I guess maybe you have a point. At least, sometimes.

[Still not going to concede that Kratos is usually right, but it's hard to pick a fight when the man just complimented something he did.]