As soon as they had escaped the bus, Kratos had turned to warn his companion to stay together, a warning that proved futile when he ran off screaming for Rapunzel at the top of his lungs. He had half a mind to take off right then and there - aquilas were in the air, but they weren't going to be interested in him (what a privilege) - and head back to the institute as fast as possible, but it didn't seem right to just leave Rapunzel, her boyfriend, and her forty feet of hair alone. For all he knew, they were both going to be targeted, and he did still owe Rapunzel for healing him that one night.

He jogged after the other man, pulling up short to maintain a respectful, third wheel-appropriate distance, and using the brief lull to check his arm. The wound was shallow, thankfully, but he would have to delay wrapping it; escape came first.