Does it take so long? Is he suppose to enjoy this, before being broken down? He is not sure what to think, though his body had already given up- so very little strength left in it. But even so, the man's torso, the only human part of him left, remains in the same position. Arms folded, eyes closed, disengaged from battle and from everything else, from life itself.

But he can feel the sunlight against closed eyes; Coaxing him to not give up, not just yet. At that coaxing comes with a hallucination, something far from real. Angeal knows it must be so, because if this was the end of the line, that familiar voice and the one it belonged to would not be here. After all, all of this had been for passing on his sword, his legacy, and everything that went with it...

The beast shifts, slightly. It is not designed to do anything other than to stand and fight, being like this is with it's makeup is uncomfortable.