[b]Hours seemed to pass under the gas, but any clock would have said only a few seconds had slipped by...[/b] [b]The purple haze eventually lifted, Damien in the center of the room, laying on his back staring up at the ceiling... His helmet folded back. He looked pale, and his eyes were glossy.[/b] [i]"You wanna call this one off...?"[/i] [b]He called out, his voice shaky. Probably what he got for using his latest prototype in battle...[/b]