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As he slowly opened his eyes, the world around him became less blurry for barely a second before it did again.
There was no time for softly getting up, for childish care.
"T—This.. This is an illusion! Gus! Are you—"
The world around him was blurrying again, darkening, starting to buzz. Hunter had to walk it off, he knew how. He had walked the feeling off many, many times before.
WALK IT OFF, walk it off, walk it-
His thoughts went quiet for the first time since leaving Belos' mind.
At least, almost completely quiet.
As soon as he went down, though, color returned as if it had never been gone.
"Whoa! It's okay. Try not to stand so fast."
"This isn't an illusion. You're in the Healing Homeroom."
Two faces that felt oddly familiar to his foggy mind- Right, he knew them. Viney. SKara.
They were nice. Viney and Skara were nice people.
Gus was too, and he had been taken Titan knew where-
"Well, Mr. Golden Guard." the principal spoke.
Somehow, he managed to stand up as Flapjack perched on his shoulder
"Hunter."