[There's some truth in the words. It isn't easy to hear, and as a result he doesn't immediately respond; but there is. For four thousand years, the seraphim had kept Aselia unchanging. Yet even then, the distance between the Kharlan War and the reuniting had been enough for Sylvarant and Tethe'alla to forget how to hate each other. Time itself had moved, despite all their attempts to make it stop.]

I don't know how to change. The cruxis crystal --

[It's too easy to blame the cruxis crystal. And yet, there had been times when Kratos looked at Mithos, at his unchanging body, and wondered whether it would have been better for him to grow up, before making those choices. Then he remembered that Yuan and he himself had made the same choices, and Mithos's unending youth had seemed easy to dismiss.

[Kratos shakes his head.]

I don't know how to change.