[Kratos's gaze is still faced ahead, and he's focussing on the end of the hall; he can all but feel the energy being sponged up by his still-sick body, leaving his knees weak.]
I can talk to him. I just may not be as helpful as we were hoping.
[There's a corner, a sharp one. Kratos regrets that, in this instance, because while he's managed the easy stride so far, it's because the hall is straight; but the corner is just sharp enough that shifting his weight makes his legs wobble, enough that he has to put a hand on his wall to steady himself, even though he doesn't fall.]
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[Kratos's gaze is still faced ahead, and he's focussing on the end of the hall; he can all but feel the energy being sponged up by his still-sick body, leaving his knees weak.]
I can talk to him. I just may not be as helpful as we were hoping.
[There's a corner, a sharp one. Kratos regrets that, in this instance, because while he's managed the easy stride so far, it's because the hall is straight; but the corner is just sharp enough that shifting his weight makes his legs wobble, enough that he has to put a hand on his wall to steady himself, even though he doesn't fall.]