***
{Outside The Projection}
Hours had narrowed into a point.
It had all passed so quickly without them even realizing it.
They were too focused on themselves, missing many a revelation and truth from the projection, as they only glanced at it in between breaths.
During that very long but short time, some of the crowd had snuck out of the hall, trying their best so as to not be heard.
They did not want to die, unwilling to stand in the middle of Fate.
Their momentum was lost, as was their adrenaline, making them think objectively.
Objectivity made them see what was possible and what wasn't.
It forced them out of the tide and into individual thought.
'Thought' that had them prioritize their own lives.
But surprisingly, most of them stayed, even after their logic came into play.
They stayed because they loved him, because they hated what he'd become, because they were tired of running, and because they learned of his courage, so stubborn, stupid, and real.
