The effort to drag Benjiro away from the skeleton and the grave is made easier by the lock of his muscles initially. Then all at once his muscles release to the level of wet noodles, and the teenager sprawls in the direction of the pull. Laying out on his side in the grass, he shivers as he relies on his diaphragm to gasp for air in an effort to recover the oxygen debt left behind.

As his breathing starts to slow, he rests limp the ground as he makes another effort to speak with far more success, "...t-that one h...hurt."