Lloyd can hear Kratos and Malos' conversation, can hear the way Malos' voice wavers in the face of so much pain, but like before, all he can do is sit and watch this shit go down, unable to process it, unable to do much more than try unsuccessfully to control his rampantly off-pace breathing. Eyes wandering around the cave, numb tears still falling from them, he sees the bright wings protruding from behind Lloyd curl around him, shrouding him in their light. It's a little comforting, even if Lloyd has no idea how they're being controlled right now, or even has the mind to wonder.
With a fight, he forces himself to sit back from on his knees, gasping a little from the effort it takes just to do so. Trying to bridge the disconnected gap between his weakened perception of the world around him and the distant heaviness of a body he feels like he's not in, Lloyd places a hand on the ground and forces his legs to hold him up, come on, come on, get up, Lloyd -
The cave earns a red tinge, and then the loud noise of an explosion echoes throughout. Lloyd flinches, greater angel hearing amplifying the sound and causing the harsh discord to ring through his ears. For a few seconds, the sound bounces around the cavern, and then it's gone, but the impact of the explosion and the sudden introduction of such an awful sound was enough to make Lloyd fall flat on his ass again. The wings are still curled up around him, covering his face, showering the cave in their vibrancy, but as he tries again to stand, they unfurl, instead helping him to stand again with powerful flutters.
He looks out from where the rubble once was. Three blurs, one of which is straight up lying on the ground. One of them is purple, the other orange. Lloyd squints, forces a better understanding of the situation, and grasps onto a rock protruding from the wall. Sheena is there? Right? Zelos? Maybe? Where's Anna, is that Anna on the floor?
Man, he's trying so fucking hard.
Either way, he forces a step forward. And then another, and another. The walk is slow, unsteady, and he's sweating harder than he was already, just before all of this, but. He needs to see Sheena, if that's her.
After a few moments, his feet stop meeting the ground. Lloyd blinks, looks down, and finds himself hovering only an inch of two off the ground, wings taking on his weight. And because of that, the few meters between him and Sheena are easily crossed, and he's able to properly see her. Already feeling the panic die down just a tad, he pushes the weakest grin he's ever worn in his life.
"Hi," Lloyd rasps out, exhausted and shaky, "high? I am."
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With a fight, he forces himself to sit back from on his knees, gasping a little from the effort it takes just to do so. Trying to bridge the disconnected gap between his weakened perception of the world around him and the distant heaviness of a body he feels like he's not in, Lloyd places a hand on the ground and forces his legs to hold him up, come on, come on, get up, Lloyd -
The cave earns a red tinge, and then the loud noise of an explosion echoes throughout. Lloyd flinches, greater angel hearing amplifying the sound and causing the harsh discord to ring through his ears. For a few seconds, the sound bounces around the cavern, and then it's gone, but the impact of the explosion and the sudden introduction of such an awful sound was enough to make Lloyd fall flat on his ass again. The wings are still curled up around him, covering his face, showering the cave in their vibrancy, but as he tries again to stand, they unfurl, instead helping him to stand again with powerful flutters.
He looks out from where the rubble once was. Three blurs, one of which is straight up lying on the ground. One of them is purple, the other orange. Lloyd squints, forces a better understanding of the situation, and grasps onto a rock protruding from the wall. Sheena is there? Right? Zelos? Maybe? Where's Anna, is that Anna on the floor?
Man, he's trying so fucking hard.
Either way, he forces a step forward. And then another, and another. The walk is slow, unsteady, and he's sweating harder than he was already, just before all of this, but. He needs to see Sheena, if that's her.
After a few moments, his feet stop meeting the ground. Lloyd blinks, looks down, and finds himself hovering only an inch of two off the ground, wings taking on his weight. And because of that, the few meters between him and Sheena are easily crossed, and he's able to properly see her. Already feeling the panic die down just a tad, he pushes the weakest grin he's ever worn in his life.
"Hi," Lloyd rasps out, exhausted and shaky, "high? I am."
Martel have mercy, this is the fucking worst.