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A instant-god pill. Failing that, a Baneblade.

Zechariah doesn't bother to pick himself up from the floor for a little while. His spirit has been shut down with such strength that his irises are now of a dark brown color and his wings have completely crumbled into aqua-colored particles. His staff remains a few feet from his hand with the crystal flag on top also disintegrated. Even the voice of Artemis remains quiet and his thoughts calm, for once. He takes a few quick breaths and settles into slow, deep breathing motions, his eyes closed.

After a few seconds, he picks up his staff and begins walking away from the group, head down, murmuring things silently. He throws the knife to the side and focuses his eyes on the ground in front of him. His energy begins to slowly return, along with the aqua color in his irises, bits of his wings, and the staff's flag.

"I can't promise... that I won't," Zechariah whispers quietly, still trudging along. "But... I'll continue in this... game... if there's a chance I can right the wrongs you entities have done already." He sighs and looks back for a moment at the people conversing among both entities and mortals alike.

Wander in my melancholy.