Kratos is pretty sure he's said something wrong, but he can't quite figure out what it is. Was it wrong to bring up Zelos' current driver? Perhaps it was in bad taste. (He is very used to Aegises very, very eager to run, after all.) Still, he's not sure he can fix what he broke, considering he is uncertain what broke if anything broke at all, so he will have to set that aside for later. Zelos is right, anyway. The sooner they find Mithos, the better.

The sun is starting to peek up over the horizon. Kratos hasn't been paying enough attention tonight to be sure, but it feels... early. Shouldn't it be another hour or so before sunrise?

"You're right," he tells Zelos. "That's a good plan. Should we..."

Kratos' eyes drag themselves towards the sunrise again, worry thrumming faintly in his veins. A sunrise he's not even sure is early is not cause for alarm, but he thinks about how long it's been since the cannon went off, thinks about how Mithos felt it as well as he did, thinks about how long Mithos has had to make hasty decisions, thinks about how much of a headstart Mithos could have gotten. Would... it even do them any good to chase after him? Would they even catch up to him? Can Kratos afford not to try?

The sun stares at him, mockingly. Is it higher in the sky than it was a second ago?

Kratos turns on his heel and nods for Zelos to follow. "Let's go, then--"

He only gets a step before he stops again. Anna stands before him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, alive and well and that's not fair.