As soon as the nurses had come around to collect them all after breakfast, Kratos had melted away into the crowd as fast as he could. He honestly felt like retreating into his room for the rest of the day simply so he could avoid Lloyd (What kind of father--), but unfortunately, the nurse was having none of that, so he resigned himself to the Sun Room, in hopes of finding Sora and therefore hopefully giving Lloyd an excuse to not bother him. (What kind of father--)

To his relief, Sora was in the Sun Room already, unoccupied. Now was his chance. Casting a glance around to make sure the coast was clear, Kratos walked up and sat down across from Sora. He checked one last time, his eyes finding Castiel nearby in a wheelchair, before turning back.

"So."

He let the word hang in the air between them for a few seconds, as if to brace himself for the difficult conversation to come. Last night had proven that he was capable of non-fatally slicing people open to retrieve the little device Landel had managed to implant inside of them, but performing that impromptu surgery on Castiel was somehow much different in his mind than performing it on Sora.

Perhaps it was because Sora was close to Lloyd's age. He had become stupidly sensitive to those kinds of similarities while stuck in the Institute, and having the real thing now present wasn't doing much to help.

"What do you want to do?"