"He was my student." The only human Mithos had ever trusted. Of course it was Kratos's fault. He'd been responsible for Mithos when Martel couldn't be. There were so many times he could have done something else, and hadn't. He'd grown too used to doing nothing at all.

Kratos lowered his chin to look at her more clearly again, his face blank. "So then. What now?"

It was plain by now that she'd never actually trusted him. He didn't expect that to hurt, if he could call it hurt. It was more like a blow he should have expected and suffered anyway, because he'd dared to hope, because Raine had encouraged him to hope. He was used to blows like that.