"Not all who bleed are human."
Atreus took what his father said into consideration, staring down at the recently defeated monster they had fought. He had wondered outloud as to why it bled like people did, for some reason finding it strange despite it being a living creature like them.
Atreus glanced up at his father and tilted his head. "Hel walkers and Reavers don't, though." Kratos glanced over him, eyes stopping on his wounded arm.
Solemnly the God took his son's small arm into his hand and started to clean him.
"We do, boy."
