[ A long sigh. Mithos turns back to Kratos, the look on his face more one of resignation than being agreeable. ]

I guess it can't be helped, can it?

[ He then leans back on his bed, his back against his wall. ]

Alright. Just... scout it out for me first, okay? I'm sure you know by now what happened between me and Zelos. I want to make sure that issue's over with, now.

[ Even though Zelos himself has to admit he had that coming. ]