[ :')

Levity feels that familiar dizziness again, brings up a hand to cover his eyes. Still... breathe in, breathe out. He can ground himself better these days.

Breathe in, breathe out. He's alive. No hands on his throat. He can feel the warmth of the cup in his hands, the scent of the tea. He's... alive.

Slowly, Levity nods.]

...all that is worst about him. Or perhaps... simply his true nature.