The light bared down upon his back as he fluttered into an awoken state. His eyes and head was heavy, his body weak. This was the worst weakness of him being the Grim Titan. After every single shift, his human form would feel week for about 10 minutes, before he'd reconfigure himself to a strong state. By this time, he knew that he'd done something right, and that his target was indeed fine and awake. That or the Titan hordes of this world had ripped him out, and are about to indulge him. He turned his head, seeing only Hope in front of a ray of sunshine. He grinned to himself slightly, only to feel his eyes close yet again. He was tired, and through his last moment of being awake, he whispered to the two. [color=007236]"You're welcome."[/color]