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As the ship flies off to safety, Mithias still has little grip on reality. He stays on the deck, holding onto the wood with his own claws and staring blankly downward. He was not in a good place, or a good mood, or anything short of a slice away from psychotic. The others around him didn't seem to mean anything to him, for they were all merely visions of madness. His hand trembled against the wood. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Once it was safe to do anything other than brace one's self for dear life, Eclipse inclined relaxingly against a banister and folded his arms. He was watching Mithias.