Kratos paused in the midst of cleaning his sword as he heard the newest message on the intercom. Another clue...? It made sense that there be multiple ways of curing the virus, and the possibility of a cure that didn't involve slicing open a fellow patient dangled tantalizingly in front of him for a few seconds.
Then, he reminded himself that he was in poor shape to be venturing into the medical wing again, especially since it was likely to be just as heavily guarded as it had been the night before, that he'd already promised Castiel to get this over with tonight, and that time wasn't on their side. They simply couldn't afford to leisurely explore alternatives, especially since Landel seemed to be pulling the trigger for more and more people.
Determined to put the intercom message out of his mind for at least a little while longer, he finished cleaning and then stood and gathered all of the necessary materials, stowing all of the smaller items into his pockets before heading out the door. He'd probably given Castiel sufficient time to talk things out with their potential third helper; it was time to move, lest the night end with work unfinished.
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Then, he reminded himself that he was in poor shape to be venturing into the medical wing again, especially since it was likely to be just as heavily guarded as it had been the night before, that he'd already promised Castiel to get this over with tonight, and that time wasn't on their side. They simply couldn't afford to leisurely explore alternatives, especially since Landel seemed to be pulling the trigger for more and more people.
Determined to put the intercom message out of his mind for at least a little while longer, he finished cleaning and then stood and gathered all of the necessary materials, stowing all of the smaller items into his pockets before heading out the door. He'd probably given Castiel sufficient time to talk things out with their potential third helper; it was time to move, lest the night end with work unfinished.
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