Exhaustion had set itself in as Bastian dropped down onto his rear, exhaling as he looked up at the ceiling, "We did it…we actually did it."
Beside him, Gaston dropped onto his back, breathing out as well as sweat caked his body, "I'm beat. Being an Invictus sure is tirin' work. I still can't believe it…Am I dead or somethin'?"
"The hell are you talking about?" Bastian asked through an exhale while watching the chandelier above swing back and forth.
"I mean, us both being Invictus…Feels like some kind of faraway dream, doesn't it?" Gaston asked with a dry chuckle, "I've always been too big of a dreamer for my own good, but…never would've guessed this would happen."
"Same here," Bastian agreed, catching his breath still as he looked over to his friend, "You said there was something you wanted to tell me, right?"
