Moments had passed since his last thought, but at least the passage of time was less conspicuous than the recent blackouts. He had to get up, and it took far more effort, and even then, he could only pull himself into a seated position. It wasn’t much and still provided the same level of danger as when he was lying down, but it was something, all thanks to the miracle elixir that he apparently had access to. At least now moving from a seated position to standing would be considerably easier. In theory. He never was one for theories and such as that, though he suspected that would have made him a Mercury knight instead, and that wasn’t that much greater on the grand scale of things, in fact, even worse than a Cosmos knight. At least no Cosmos knights tried to kill him and his fellow knights on a fetch quest.

Focus, he told himself, and the thought of Mistral and that world of nightmares were pushed aside. There was an additional stage, one that he found himself lingering in when the next blackout hit. “s**t.”

He figured that he might as well have given up on keeping track of time now, as it was clear that his moments of being lost in time were alcohol-induced blackouts and the magical miracle elixir he drank obviously didn’t do jack and s**t, and when the world came into focus once more he was covered in a light coat of snow. Obviously he had to have been out for awhile, but the snowfall could have simply been heavy and swift. Not exactly a means of measuring the fickle passage of time. This time, he was determined to rise up and get himself home and he probably should have been more worried about the fact that he couldn’t feel his toes, but alcohol and secret Cosmos nectar were kind enough to suppress such an annoying thing like fear! One small blessing at least.

“Come on,” he muttered to himself as he gripped the icy asphalt beneath him, looking for something in which to pull himself up with. It took a while between the slipping snow and the discarded and partially crushed beer cans. One threatened to slice his hand open, but somehow he managed and this time there was no blackouts when he made it to the midway point. “Just a little further… come on.”

Finally, after an undetermined amount of time, he was finally standing and now, he was beginning to regret that decision. The world spun, and the city scape warped, level for a moment but gradually creeping leftwards, tilting, tilting, tilting, CRASH. Down Sarras went, and out when the lights… again.

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