Determination was one thing, but it was still a fact that he was on the verge of explosion. After enduring for half an hour, his knees finally buckled, and it was only then that Finn finally allowed himself to be escorted to the clinic and then to his room.
The children's eyes were red from crying, which was heartbreaking, but he was really in too much pain to comfort them.
He was like a taut string at this time, and if he let go, he would explode.
Fortunately, Syl took out that rune—whatever rune that was—to contain the excess energy. Even if he didn't die from the excess energy from the ring, he would've been bedridden.
Finn woke up a full week later, feeling extremely groggy and sore. He did not move for a while, allowing himself to adjust to his current condition in a state of semi-consciousness.
As he slept, he could hear Syl's reassuring voice and the voices of concern from his friends and partners, as well as the sniffles and cries of his sister.
