[Once they're on the other side of the wall, taking a moment to catch their breath, Zelos turns back to watch the smoke rise with Sheena, breathing heavily. Oh my god, he did that. The chaos on the other side must be spectacular. Holy shit.
Now that he's stopped, every overwhelming sensation Zelos has been holding back crashes onto him suddenly. That dizzying feeling of freedom and regret and hope and fear and pride and gratefulness and everything all at once, conflicting emotions and thoughts, all of them pushing at him until he breaks under their weight. The air in Zelos' lungs leaves him in a wheezing laugh and right at that second his knees give out under him. He barely catches himself as he falls forward, head bowed and eyes lost on the dirt below as he fights the sensation, breathing heavily through a grin.]
"Ahaaaaaaaa, hooooly shit," [he manages to get out. He's shaking. His throat feels dry, and he swallows hard to no avail. Maybe that's just the dry hot air around the fire.] "Oh, Architect. Oh man. I'm--I'm outside?" [He starts to laugh.] "What the hell is my life?"
YOU'RE GONNA DROP THEM LIKE IT'S HOT /NOW?/
Now that he's stopped, every overwhelming sensation Zelos has been holding back crashes onto him suddenly. That dizzying feeling of freedom and regret and hope and fear and pride and gratefulness and everything all at once, conflicting emotions and thoughts, all of them pushing at him until he breaks under their weight. The air in Zelos' lungs leaves him in a wheezing laugh and right at that second his knees give out under him. He barely catches himself as he falls forward, head bowed and eyes lost on the dirt below as he fights the sensation, breathing heavily through a grin.]
"Ahaaaaaaaa, hooooly shit," [he manages to get out. He's shaking. His throat feels dry, and he swallows hard to no avail. Maybe that's just the dry hot air around the fire.] "Oh, Architect. Oh man. I'm--I'm outside?" [He starts to laugh.] "What the hell is my life?"