Ah, at least there were no complaints, even though Tsurugi didn't look entirely pleased to hear of Sora's intended course of action: convincing him of the necessity of the surgery over waiting for another cure to pop up would have taken more time than they could afford. Unfortunately, as soon as Kratos prepared to jump straight into how they would proceed, something slammed hard into the door to Sora's room.

Kratos's head turned sharply toward the door as he listened, with no small amount of trepidation, to the thing-that-used-to-be-Sora clawing frantically through the wood. "Excellent timing," he said curtly. His hands by instinct were already moving to his side, but they soon froze as he checked himself, fingers still half-curled in anticipation of drawing his sword. Not yet; he had to restrain himself, for fear of drawing and then letting his usual judgment take over when the monster inevitably attacked.

He glanced at Tsurugi. "If he manages to break through the barricade, I'm assuming the two of us will be temptation enough to keep him in this area." Otherwise, he was going to break through the pile of furniture himself. Better to risk personal injury and keep Sora occupied and contained, than give him an opening to escape into the rest of the institute.