"He," Kratos says, then stops, running Sheena's words over in his head again as if that will make them make any more sense. "Space?" he repeats, numbly, understanding the word and what Sheena has said but still not quite getting it, not liking the shape of the picture that has been painted for him. "He-- what the fuck?"

It's a cold, kind of sharp anger, one still buried in disbelief.