Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lloyd entering the showers; Kratos's breath caught momentarily as he watched his son...not come anywhere near him. He would have breathed a loud sigh of relief were Castiel not standing right next to him. Crisis averted.
Of course, it had to be that Castiel would ask about his hand instead. Clearly, he was unable to ever catch a break.
Kratos tried to keep his reaction to a minimum; now more than ever was the time to be nonchalant and casual, in the hopes that it would cast the proper illusion that he could manage whatever it was, that his injury was nothing to worry about. Even so, the urge to stiffen and then withdraw was a very difficult one to completely master, and he couldn't help the stilted, robotic way his voice sounded as he answered: "I ran afoul of a monster the other night." He'd said that story to Lloyd yesterday, and as it had then, so it stood now that he was telling the truth from a certain point of view. One could hardly find a better word to label the doctors here.
"It's been taken care of." Even if Castiel knew the whole truth, there wasn't anything he could really do about it. The only cure to his slow demise involved, among other things, a crystallized fragment of mana and a unicorn, and Kratos sincerely doubted he would be able to find either one of those things in short order, even if he was given the freedom to go where he wished - especially the unicorn.
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Of course, it had to be that Castiel would ask about his hand instead. Clearly, he was unable to ever catch a break.
Kratos tried to keep his reaction to a minimum; now more than ever was the time to be nonchalant and casual, in the hopes that it would cast the proper illusion that he could manage whatever it was, that his injury was nothing to worry about. Even so, the urge to stiffen and then withdraw was a very difficult one to completely master, and he couldn't help the stilted, robotic way his voice sounded as he answered: "I ran afoul of a monster the other night." He'd said that story to Lloyd yesterday, and as it had then, so it stood now that he was telling the truth from a certain point of view. One could hardly find a better word to label the doctors here.
"It's been taken care of." Even if Castiel knew the whole truth, there wasn't anything he could really do about it. The only cure to his slow demise involved, among other things, a crystallized fragment of mana and a unicorn, and Kratos sincerely doubted he would be able to find either one of those things in short order, even if he was given the freedom to go where he wished - especially the unicorn.