Maybe this was the result of a dormant Cruxis Crystal. Every day, Kratos felt as if he was able to move less and less - which would be a sign of degeneration. It would be a new, imaginative form of punishment, to waste away slowly in a world that he didn't know without even being able to put up a fight. Distressing.

But it was time to push himself through another day and perhaps through another night, so Kratos submitted to yet another round of the nurse getting him a tray of food and then shoving him in what she thought was the right direction.

Unfortunately, today, the right direction meant toward Raine. Thankfully, the Professor's attention was focused on someone else, so Kratos took the opportunity to take a seat at the table as far away as he could. It was time to see how quietly he could eat breakfast.