Night 64: M11-M20 Hallway

[age_of_kings]

It wasn't as though Tolten could ignore the (no longer just) implications. But regardless, there was work to be done. And while he felt miserable, he was certainly still very much himself now that night had fallen.

He was not about to allow this place to break him. He knew he was a rather soft and sometimes timid thing, given to strange fits of emotion and often questioning himself. But he also knew he was the last son of Uhra, blood of the ancient golden knights, containing all the strength of of his holy ancestors. He bent and bent but he would not break.

Fueled more by anger than anything else, the young king took up his pipe - he would give it to Locke, as he'd have a sword now - and headed into the hallway.

He didn't allow himself to consider the possibility of Locke not meeting with him tonight. The other man had never failed before, he certainly wouldn't now. And they would go to the Medical Wing and try and decipher the only clue they'd been given.

Failure was simply not an option.

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[forsworn]

His first instinct was to assume that it could be a trap. Landel had to know that they were desperate for information. On the other hand, it certainly hadn't sounded as if I.R.I.S's intrusion had been planned, and just sitting around assuming everything had ulterior motives wasn't helpful when they were in a desperate race against time. Contrary to what most people thought, Kratos was more than willing to take risks if the situation called for them.

He changed into the military uniform - all the better to hide his bandages from Rapunzel - and gathered his things before opening the door. Castiel's room was M39, which wasn't hard to reach at all; in fact, he knew the route well: he had taken it often when he'd formerly worked in the clinic.

Well, no time to waste. Kratos readjusted the sword resting at his hip and walked out into the hall.

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