In the end, his question was never answered, as the entirety of their group was distracted by the blood that was staining the walls and floor near the medical wing door. Castiel stopped for a moment, realizing that it could be staged -- and yet he knew enough about wounds, even human wounds, to know that it was all real.
Besides, when had the threats here even been empty?
As Kratos handed a few weapons off to Flynn (they were medical instruments rather than actual knives, but most people were limited when it came to weaponry here), Castiel stepped forward. He knew that he shouldn't be the one leading group, but he -- like Kratos -- was less affected by the sight of blood. Rapunzel, at least, clearly wasn't used to this sort of danger, and seeing how she was here on the behalf of others, it would be best to keep her safe.
"Brace yourselves," he said with a glance over his shoulder. He drew in a breath, ignored the aches and pains in his body, and opened the door. A dark hallway was all he could see for now, and so he stepped inside.
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Besides, when had the threats here even been empty?
As Kratos handed a few weapons off to Flynn (they were medical instruments rather than actual knives, but most people were limited when it came to weaponry here), Castiel stepped forward. He knew that he shouldn't be the one leading group, but he -- like Kratos -- was less affected by the sight of blood. Rapunzel, at least, clearly wasn't used to this sort of danger, and seeing how she was here on the behalf of others, it would be best to keep her safe.
"Brace yourselves," he said with a glance over his shoulder. He drew in a breath, ignored the aches and pains in his body, and opened the door. A dark hallway was all he could see for now, and so he stepped inside.
[To here.]