[Slow and steady, bodies not responding at optimal capacity, but determination was the only real key either of them needed to make it to the top. Determination, a small dose of luck, and a bit of coordinated teamwork.
And finally, what tastes like the first rush of freedom, pulling themselves from a pit of hell. But Markus won't rest until he's grasped a hold of Arthur's hand, hefting him up with one final bought of strength. Allowing themselves to finally reach that plateau, and when they've made it, Markus remains slumped on his knees from the exertion. Rain pelts at the both of them, as relentlessly as before.]
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And finally, what tastes like the first rush of freedom, pulling themselves from a pit of hell. But Markus won't rest until he's grasped a hold of Arthur's hand, hefting him up with one final bought of strength. Allowing themselves to finally reach that plateau, and when they've made it, Markus remains slumped on his knees from the exertion. Rain pelts at the both of them, as relentlessly as before.]
All in one piece, Arthur?