Kratos raises his eyebrows at Zelos' surprise, but supposes it's warranted. Again: There's a lot history doesn't say about him, anymore. "Yes," he says, simply. Though it is not as simple as that. "You... must know at least about the War-- the first one," Kratos ammends. (There have been other wars since, and even wars before, but Kratos really only ever thinks about the one. The one he was born into. The one that was fought with the Aegises' stolen power.) "I was the one who freed Martel and Mithos, from the--"

He catches himself, last second, remembering Lloyd's warning about mentioning cannons.

"Well, you know," Kratos finishes. He sends a sideways glance at Zelos, checking on him. Kratos rubs his thumb over his knuckles idly, somewhat embarrassed. It feels-- strange, talking about this. Almost like bragging. "And then I was their driver."