Zidane could feel his insides churning, the remnants of darkness still warring with whatever the lumens had pushed into his skin. His sleep had been full of memories of the city, of all the people he had met, and how all those people were now gone and he was alone. It wasn't something that would normally bog him down, but then, there were a lot of things that wouldn't normally bog him down before he came here. He certainly still had some revenge to take against the Organization, but that could wait, he knew even in his subconscious that he couldn't win as this mess that he was.

His body jerked from the magic, the war of light and darkness disturbed. Still out of it, Zidane's mouth opened to release a cry of pain; neither substances felt like leaving and he could feel them bury deeper, a small fragment connecting to him as the rest shriveled away with the spell.

His arms and tail wrapped around his body and he almost rolled off the couch, trembling again. He remembered his passing out, despite how delirious he had been - oh if Garnet had really been there - but her magic had a different feel to it, and this wasn't it.

Zidane's eyes did at last open, slow slivers, sad blues staring at the floor. He wasn't sure who was in the room, but he found himself unable to look at them. Everyone else had left him, they would soon, once they realized.