He was in the center of the tidal wave, so he was not affected.
However, once he ordered the stupid dragon to drop him, he saw that Haou was. Chazz glanced briefly back at the creature.
"Was all of that really necessary?!" He had no energy to even be as angry as he wanted to be. The dragon merely stared back at him, and Chazz wondered if it could even speak.
Spirit caller, it is best that you leave.
The dragon huffed and the slid seamlessly into the lake again. Silence dropped, all was still. He sunk down in the sand, listless. Why was it all happening? Why was he bothering anymore? Going to the Dark World was just meant to get one friend back and along the way he had lost all of them. Was it really..a good thing to spend his whole being into just getting one of them back?
Haou was not worth it, but Jaden was.
Unless they weren't as different.
He'd seen how Haou had many of the same mannerisms and he'd done a fair amount of reading into split personalities. They sometimes formed when the person experiences a traumatic event they tried to hide from, and this had happened most horribly.
Chazz slowly dragged himself upward and trod over to where he thought Haou would be. The distinctive armor was covered in water and sand, and the cape was all torn up but he was certainly there.
He slowly bent over and slid his hands underneath the body, tipping it so it fell on its back. Haou immediately started coughing, trying to clear his airway of all the crap that had gotten stuck there.
"Hey, stop that, its fine, I'm here." He mumbled. The king fell back, his yellow eyes half open. Chazz briefly waved a hand. He didn't respond.
"Hello? You in there slacker?" He lightly hit him over the head.
A small breeze had started to pick up, stirring the air. It felt good, the water coming off the lake even if he was chilled afterwards. This seemed to wake up the king a little more at least.
"Haou…?" He said, slapping him again to get him moving.
The hand grabbed his wrist and he let out a sharp gasp as he was pulled forward. As he sat up the other hand held the back of his neck but instead of squeezing he merely was brought forward into the kings chest.
Was this a…hug? The grip never slackened in the least but Haou rested his head on Chazz's.
"You said my name." He whispered.
There was no reply, even if he could think of the words to say to that. Hope had not abandoned either of them.