[Sinclair watches numbly as acid splashes down on the ground, lapping at his glaive, melting it away.
Oh. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. He sees the remnants of Kromer's body fall - alive? He's not sure - but he doesn't have time to wait. Gregor is grabbing him, hauling him over his shoulder as they all frantically flee the cavern and the world of the abnormality. He doesn't look back, fighting exhaustion every step of the way. They're all flagging now, adrenaline long gone. If Oria trips or stumbles, Don will be there to drag him up and off again, seemingly unburdened by the exhaustion afflicting the others.
But they emerge from the cavernous depths just as it collapses behind them - trapping the egg with it - and they all waver, and collapse, gasping as they remove their equipment - and they're met with Vergilius, and a team of Limbus Company medics. His red gaze studies each and every one of them, assessing their victories and failures in one swoop.
And Sinclair, aching from the battle, wonders if he had broken anything. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was...]
...Oria...
[ He moves across the field, from where Don had left Oria, as she goes to declare their hard won victory. His vision swims a little, but he stands tall, refusing to do anything else until Oria's hands are in his again]
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Oh. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. He sees the remnants of Kromer's body fall - alive? He's not sure - but he doesn't have time to wait. Gregor is grabbing him, hauling him over his shoulder as they all frantically flee the cavern and the world of the abnormality. He doesn't look back, fighting exhaustion every step of the way. They're all flagging now, adrenaline long gone. If Oria trips or stumbles, Don will be there to drag him up and off again, seemingly unburdened by the exhaustion afflicting the others.
But they emerge from the cavernous depths just as it collapses behind them - trapping the egg with it - and they all waver, and collapse, gasping as they remove their equipment - and they're met with Vergilius, and a team of Limbus Company medics. His red gaze studies each and every one of them, assessing their victories and failures in one swoop.
And Sinclair, aching from the battle, wonders if he had broken anything. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was...]
...Oria...
[ He moves across the field, from where Don had left Oria, as she goes to declare their hard won victory. His vision swims a little, but he stands tall, refusing to do anything else until Oria's hands are in his again]