T/W: Foul Language, Gore
Penn watched in real-time as Nathan's eyes refocused. Though they did not turn back to brown, the Esper seemed to become more clear-minded with the refueled power source within him. Nathan raised a curious eyebrow, almost bemused by this unexpected turn of events. Seeing him well enough to operate again, Penn pulled back.
"Well then," Nathan pursed his lips, before quickly stealing a peck from the retreating Guide, a proud smirk displaced on his face. Penn's mouth fell agape in surprise, causing the Esper to chuckle as he turned to look at all the gathered mana sources. "It feels a bit weird to be in my own head during this. It's almost like I'm outside my body using a remote control."
"Do you think you have enough Force to get through this?" Penn asked, tapping Nathan's shoulder, signaling to be out down. Nathan glanced around as he leaned forward, letting the Guide slide down to the ground with a thud.
