With how late into the evening it had gotten, Vol ought to have been making it towards his tent as well. It would have been a luxury, to finally spend the night somewhere fully enclosed. The shelters that they'd had constructed were something, but a tent was still superior in nearly all aspects.
Still, when sleep ought to have been more forthcoming for him than anyone else, given how much had had exerted himself in order to secure that victory, it still had not come, for excitement currently overwrote it.
His body had been torn to pieces, and then the flesh had been restored again. He could have passed hours, merely opening and closing his fist, trying to understand the sensation of the skin, for it felt different than it had before.
