No, the boy misunderstood, and it wasn't as if Castiel had meant to drag information out of him in such a way. He'd been operated on, yes, but not by the institute. If the boy's eye had been toyed with, then the doctors here had to be responsible. As far as Castiel knew, most patients didn't want to discuss it. And now he'd led this stranger to think they had something in common when that wasn't the case.

"No, another patient operated on me," he clarified. He was too exhausted to try and pull together an apologetic look. He had a hard enough time getting this vessel to do what he wanted when he was at full strength; now it seemed impossible. "I was one of the infected." He lifted his hand to show the boy his hand, where the rash that had covered it was already fading.

Ryuugamine Mikado, he said. What a dramatic name. Castiel nodded to the other patient. "I am Castiel," he said.