The sound of his labored breathing filled his ears in a deafening way. His own failure was echoing in his ears, his heart thumped loudly as he sat in the crumbly dusts of the Keyblade Graveyard. Wind snapped fistfuls of dirt and sand into his face which seemed to be the only thing keeping his focus as his eyes drifted shut every few seconds, attempting to let himself fade away. He'd failed, Organization 13 had failed. It was over. That was what he seemed to think before he saw a blotchy figure darken his gaze, he blinked sluggishly and turned his head up to you as he gave a quiet wheeze. He heard a muffled affirmation that he'd be alright but the cracking pain that washed over his body in waves seemed to hint otherwise, though he kept his mouth shut and let you kneel down next to him, letting you work on whatever you were going to do as he figured he had nothing to lose and everything to gain at this point.