Night 68: M11-M20 Hallway

[forsworn]

Kratos grimaced as Landel gave his usual little speech to begin the night. Having kept a close eye on the board, he hadn't failed to notice the influx of notes subtly telling of another death, another person that had succumbed despite all the advances they'd made in finding a cure. It was frustrating, and it hurt: he had contributed to that influx himself, killing Sora in self-defense the other night. Truth be told, he had been utterly useless the past two days, and unfortunately, he couldn't say that tonight would be the night where he'd turn things around--well, perhaps it would be, if he could actually accomplish what he wanted to do. That would be something to be satisfied about.

Neither of his old uniforms tonight; Kratos chose instead the old military gear left over from Aguilar's tenure, careful as he tugged one of the gloves on over his still-healing hand. Without the bulk of the Key Crest, it fit far more easily, but the victory meant nothing. At the very least, though, the long sleeves of the shirt and the glove served to hide the bandage from prying eyes.

He gave a slight nod to his roommate before turning to leave. Time to find Tsurugi.

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[oyaji]

Wow, what? His breath was totally fine! Kotetsu huffed at that, but soon enough paranoia set in. Putting his hand up against his mouth, he breathed out to check it. It smelled fine to him! "Whatever, I'm always kissably fresh!" Thankfully he didn't have to prove it to Barnaby, so his partner would never know if he was just being a bullshitter or not. They had more important things to worry about than his breath anyhow!

Sitting back down beside the young man, Kotetsu worried his hands together trying to come up with any logical reason he wouldn't wake up. The problem was there just wasn't one! "Y-Yeah. I didn't know what else to do--I mean, your pulse was fine, your heart beat was fine, you were breathing! It wasn't like you were dying, but you wouldn't respond and..." Kotetsu wasn't sure how to put his fears into words properly, so he just moved on without them. "I couldn't just let you lay there all by yourself!"

[baniichan]

"You didn't exactly need to go out by yourself, either," Barnaby flatly pointed out. But then his eyes softened, and he averted his gaze a little. "I'm sorry for troubling you, though."

They had enough to deal with without having to worry about Barnaby spontaneously falling asleep. He hoped this didn't become a pattern, especially if they intended on getting out of here as soon as possible.

"For what it's worth, I feel fine physically," he added. "So, there's no need to worry." As for how he was doing emotionally, well...that was another matter, but now didn't seem to be the time to dig into that mess, as much as he wanted to get everything sorted out. They were both clearly exhausted in some fashion or another. Still, he didn't immediately meet Kotetsu's eyes.