Lucas breathed for the first time in years, uncaring about the cold fumes and remnants of energy creating the vapor clouding his surroundings. His eyes that opened with the cracking of his self-imposed restraints lightly swept the waves of cloudy white, but also beyond that, as if to reacquaint himself with the world.
His gaze held a calm different from when he had first isolated himself. It was a calm that was not simply rational, a calm coming from being in tune with himself. His eyes seemed to penetrate the cloud, the walls, the distance. It was only after that, that he moved. He didn't step forward. He first rolled his shoulder, the right one, with a deliberate fluidity. Then he turned to his left shoulder, before breathing with more for us. That made him move his chest muscles, and slightly agitate his back muscles and his core muscles.
