Night 60: M11-M20 Hallway
Spending the day sleeping wouldn't've been his choice--not that the nurses had woken him up to ask him--but Indy had to admit he'd needed it. When he got up to check the bulletin board, he found he could walk at a normal pace with tolerable pain. His chest was still swathed in bandages about an inch thick (he didn't even want to know what it looked ( Read more... )
"Tch." Kratos scowled as he pushed back his chair and stood up to begin changing into his proper uniform. Hearing that ought not to have irritated him so, but the words, he grudgingly admitted to himself, had struck a nerve. Last night had been like an awakening of sorts, even though the Crystal had numbed everything. It had been a return to the way things were and the way things were supposed to be; as accustomed as he was to being fully and truly human now, he had spent a far longer time as someone who was not, and so it had been in some ways comforting to return to that state of mild apathy and boredom.
The procedure for night preparation was drilled into his head by now, so he was ready to go in a matter of minutes, although this time, the flashlight was exchanged for his radio. It was probably the first time he had taken the thing anywhere, but Sora had made an explicit request, so it was only proper that he take it along, just in case no one else brought theirs.
With a nod to Tolten, Kratos was off, stalking down the hall toward the appointed meeting spot.
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