Waking up was easy enough; what came next gave him trouble. His chest and shoulder were covered in bandages, and both complained bitterly when he tried to sit up. In the end, Kratos had to simply grit his teeth and push himself up with his uninjured arm, which turned out to be a harder task than he expected. By the time the nurse came in, he already felt tired, and the day had barely started. Pathetic.
--but he had been asking for this, actively pursuing it by attempting his own version of thoughtless, brash heroics. At least they had managed to defeat the aquila; that made the whole ordeal somewhat worth it.
Usually, he actively avoided the chapel, but this time, Kratos actually felt inclined to head there rather than go to the Sun Room; he had a feeling that most of the people there would be airing out their complaints about the stupidity of the blond man from yesterday, whether on the board or in person, and Kratos had no head for that at the moment. It was when he felt his worst that he most preferred quiet and solitude, and the chapel could certainly offer both, even if religious spaces made him uncomfortable. Purposefully ignoring certain details, though, was well within his capabilities.
As he walked down the main aisle, looking for somewhere to sit where he could perhaps close his eyes in peace for an hour or so and catch his breath, he spotted Castiel sitting in one of the pews. Normally, he might have passed him by - the point wasn't to find familiar faces - but a chance glance at the man's exposed hand gave him reason to pause. Like Sora's, Castiel's hand was covered in a rash that labeled him as another victim of Landel's virus. This time, though, he felt no need to automatically entertain the possibility of also killing Castiel in the near future; in fact, perhaps because he was sick of even thinking about fighting at the moment, he found himself feeling sympathetic.
It was that hint of sympathy that led him to sit down next to Castiel, eyes looking straight ahead rather than at the man's hand. "Good morning."
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--but he had been asking for this, actively pursuing it by attempting his own version of thoughtless, brash heroics. At least they had managed to defeat the aquila; that made the whole ordeal somewhat worth it.
Usually, he actively avoided the chapel, but this time, Kratos actually felt inclined to head there rather than go to the Sun Room; he had a feeling that most of the people there would be airing out their complaints about the stupidity of the blond man from yesterday, whether on the board or in person, and Kratos had no head for that at the moment. It was when he felt his worst that he most preferred quiet and solitude, and the chapel could certainly offer both, even if religious spaces made him uncomfortable. Purposefully ignoring certain details, though, was well within his capabilities.
As he walked down the main aisle, looking for somewhere to sit where he could perhaps close his eyes in peace for an hour or so and catch his breath, he spotted Castiel sitting in one of the pews. Normally, he might have passed him by - the point wasn't to find familiar faces - but a chance glance at the man's exposed hand gave him reason to pause. Like Sora's, Castiel's hand was covered in a rash that labeled him as another victim of Landel's virus. This time, though, he felt no need to automatically entertain the possibility of also killing Castiel in the near future; in fact, perhaps because he was sick of even thinking about fighting at the moment, he found himself feeling sympathetic.
It was that hint of sympathy that led him to sit down next to Castiel, eyes looking straight ahead rather than at the man's hand. "Good morning."