The smart thing to do would be to keep going, but by the time they were back inside, Kyousuke no longer had the fortitude for it. His limbs felt like lead, harder and harder to drag with each step, which was accentuated by a sharp headache that seemed to protest any effort to think. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes, forcing himself into slow, deep breaths. With any luck, he'd just look like he needed a moment, which wasn't true—nothing was easing up—but there was no reason anyone else needed to know that.
.... Something was wrong. Really wrong. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to, and this level of exhaustion didn't make any sense. There were times when he'd pushed himself a lot harder, to not nearly as much effect. The draining effect was a lot more pronounced here, hitting at particularly intense level even though he hadn't really done anything. And that he hadn't even been able to call Lancelot... It was like all his power had been depleted before he'd even used it. How was that even possible? He let out a sharp breath, annoyed; he wasn't sure what was going on, but he expected a lot more of himself than just this. It was hard to accept his effort had produced something so pathetic.
But at least it worked, in however loose a sense of the word. If the robot had decided to follow them, it probably would have been there by now. Maybe just being inside was enough. .... Not that he intended to stay for long. The wall may have been blocked now, but there was bound to be a door out or something like that around here somewhere. He pushed himself off the wall and started off down the hall, gritting his teeth as he did so; it was taking a considerable effort just to walk without it looking like he was dragging himself, and more yet to conceal that fact.
"... Come on," he muttered to Murphy. He didn't want to be followed, but he couldn't leave someone without a flashlight to wander unwittingly into who-knew-what. If he was stupid enough to throw that away, who knew what else he'd do. And while Kyousuke didn't want to admit it, wandering around by himself wasn't the best idea anymore. He was totally spent; just this was straining him.
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.... Something was wrong. Really wrong. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to, and this level of exhaustion didn't make any sense. There were times when he'd pushed himself a lot harder, to not nearly as much effect. The draining effect was a lot more pronounced here, hitting at particularly intense level even though he hadn't really done anything. And that he hadn't even been able to call Lancelot... It was like all his power had been depleted before he'd even used it. How was that even possible? He let out a sharp breath, annoyed; he wasn't sure what was going on, but he expected a lot more of himself than just this. It was hard to accept his effort had produced something so pathetic.
But at least it worked, in however loose a sense of the word. If the robot had decided to follow them, it probably would have been there by now. Maybe just being inside was enough. .... Not that he intended to stay for long. The wall may have been blocked now, but there was bound to be a door out or something like that around here somewhere. He pushed himself off the wall and started off down the hall, gritting his teeth as he did so; it was taking a considerable effort just to walk without it looking like he was dragging himself, and more yet to conceal that fact.
"... Come on," he muttered to Murphy. He didn't want to be followed, but he couldn't leave someone without a flashlight to wander unwittingly into who-knew-what. If he was stupid enough to throw that away, who knew what else he'd do. And while Kyousuke didn't want to admit it, wandering around by himself wasn't the best idea anymore. He was totally spent; just this was straining him.