For some time, Aden didn't say anything. The Entity had said all he could possibly say and all he could hope for was the hand still clenching his host's heart would release itself from the forced agony.
'...Fine.'
Those words were no different from an Angel's voice to the Entity's ears. The constricted heart was released, blood resumed its flow with the expertly infused Resonance energy to stabilize its flow and avoid any internal damage.
Aden wheezed multiple times, his head shifting side to side in an effort to get the maximum amount of air flowing into his lungs.
Bloodied saliva pooled beneath him as he writhed. His face had become uniform again, and only one emotion could be made out.
Relief.
It was a primal, almost instinctual reaction by anyone who has escaped death. Wether the cause of death was deliberate or not didn't matter.
After close to ten minutes, Aden finally regained his bearings and slowly stood on his feet.
