If she had only reached Lingormr and hadn't been injured, then she was luckier than some. That Flynn man had been stabbed at least once, and who knew what Kratos had been put through after he and Rapunzel had took off. Fleeing like that still didn't sit well with him, but at least it hadn't been for nothing.

"It wasn't a dead end, at the least," Castiel said after a pause. He watched as Lust cut up her food and realized how unappetizing it really looked. He didn't feel nausea, but instead a complete unwillingness to eat because of the pain he was in. Like his stomach was literally rebelling.

"Something has been implanted in the bodies of those of us who are sick, and it seems that there might only be one way to remove whatever it is." Which was in the crudest way possible, of course. Nothing like this could end without some blood spilled.