[ The last crackles of lightning slowly die away, and he can feel the boost of adrenaline draining in the same way, leaving him feeling slow and stupid, chest heaving for breath as he looks at the Nevron now collapsed in the grass, as it gently begins to dissolve. He moves a distracted step closer, watching in detached fascination as the Nevron slowly comes apart, floating away into glinting flecks of chroma that drift upwards, caught in some small draft.
He doesn't remember the Lumina Converter, swinging gently from its attachment at the side of his pack; he doesn't remember what he's supposed to do, what he's supposed to test. All of that is very far away, the province of a thinking mind with a lively, curious intelligence behind it. That mind has been severed from him with shock, with exhaustion, with pain, and all he can do is watch as the chroma swirls around him. It's... beautiful, like a cloud of fireflies drifting into a dance, and then one by one the flecks fade, disappearing into the air until once again he's alone.
He stays there for a few long moments, feeling as though his arms and legs belong to someone else, someone nearby but not him... or maybe it's that he doesn't feel like he's really here at all. Everything is dull, distant, now that the immediacy of the fight is over.
But there's nothing here for him, aside from a dead Nevron. So in the end, he moves forward once more.
The path is winding and there are branches he could take, but he stays there in the center, taking step after step. Lucien would cheerfully berate him for his stupidness. Lucien... Lucien...
That thought closes like a clam, tight, burying itself deep, but it had distracted him for a few minutes, long enough that when he looks up he's not sure if he's still on the right path or not. He's been wandering through green valleys and soft meadows, but the only thing ahead of him now is a brief, rocky climb, and the entrance to a cave.
A moment, and then he's in motion once again, reaching for those rocks, making his slow way up the climbing path, into the cool embrace of the waiting dark. ]
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He doesn't remember the Lumina Converter, swinging gently from its attachment at the side of his pack; he doesn't remember what he's supposed to do, what he's supposed to test. All of that is very far away, the province of a thinking mind with a lively, curious intelligence behind it. That mind has been severed from him with shock, with exhaustion, with pain, and all he can do is watch as the chroma swirls around him. It's... beautiful, like a cloud of fireflies drifting into a dance, and then one by one the flecks fade, disappearing into the air until once again he's alone.
He stays there for a few long moments, feeling as though his arms and legs belong to someone else, someone nearby but not him... or maybe it's that he doesn't feel like he's really here at all. Everything is dull, distant, now that the immediacy of the fight is over.
But there's nothing here for him, aside from a dead Nevron. So in the end, he moves forward once more.
The path is winding and there are branches he could take, but he stays there in the center, taking step after step. Lucien would cheerfully berate him for his stupidness. Lucien... Lucien...
That thought closes like a clam, tight, burying itself deep, but it had distracted him for a few minutes, long enough that when he looks up he's not sure if he's still on the right path or not. He's been wandering through green valleys and soft meadows, but the only thing ahead of him now is a brief, rocky climb, and the entrance to a cave.
A moment, and then he's in motion once again, reaching for those rocks, making his slow way up the climbing path, into the cool embrace of the waiting dark. ]