Even though it had felt that a lot of time had passed and he had been falling for a long time, in reality, from start to finish a few seconds had just passed.
Slowly, agonizingly, he began to check his fingers. One by one, they twitched. He moved his toes. He felt the sharp, stabbing pain in his ribs and the dull, throbbing ache in his arm. He could feel the sensations, which meant, no matter what, he was still somehow alive.
"I'm... alive," he slowly whispered, his voice a jagged, hollow rasp. "I actually... survived that."
"Hahaha…" Sol let out a weak, unhinged triumphed laugh that turned into a cough, spitting a bit of blood onto the moss. "Take that, physics. You're a bitch, but I'm a bigger one."
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