Zagreus thankfully settles safely into the nest, glancing over at Lan Wangji with no small amount of anxiety in his voice. "Do you have him?" He asks, and when he gets a confirmation that Lan Wangji is going to be evacuating Wei Wuxian to safety, he will thank them both, and he will call back Jin-Roh. "Three of us left on the battlefield. Is everyone else accounted for? Is everyone else safe?" If he gets a negative, he will say he's taking up the rear, ready to get anyone else that hasn't left yet to relative safety. If he gets an affirmative, only then will he finally let himself relax even slightly.
Once he gets word back from Jin-Roh, he will turn to Chaos' tendrils in the nest, and place his hand and forehead on a tendril. "Live on, Master Chaos. Live well. You will find your happiness again, one day." And as he says this, part of him instinctively calls to mind...
... his first sunrise, the pinks and lavenders and oranges glimmering over the expansive ocean and sparkling against the pristine snow on giant firs and pines. The warmth of rays against his skin fighting back the bitter cold. The first time he stepped into his Mother's garden, warm and sunny and verdant, lush and full of wondrous fruits and vegetables and fields of wheat for which he didn't have names. The first time he felt like he was truly at Home. Like he Belonged.
He pulls away, either placing his hand on his SCA, ready to triple-tap as soon as it's called, or leaping back into the action below if there is anyone still struggling and falling behind.
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Once he gets word back from Jin-Roh, he will turn to Chaos' tendrils in the nest, and place his hand and forehead on a tendril. "Live on, Master Chaos. Live well. You will find your happiness again, one day." And as he says this, part of him instinctively calls to mind...
... his first sunrise, the pinks and lavenders and oranges glimmering over the expansive ocean and sparkling against the pristine snow on giant firs and pines. The warmth of rays against his skin fighting back the bitter cold. The first time he stepped into his Mother's garden, warm and sunny and verdant, lush and full of wondrous fruits and vegetables and fields of wheat for which he didn't have names. The first time he felt like he was truly at Home. Like he Belonged.
He pulls away, either placing his hand on his SCA, ready to triple-tap as soon as it's called, or leaping back into the action below if there is anyone still struggling and falling behind.