Yet, it was...also really hard to not want to celebrate with everyone, especially since Seattle was no longer in the hands of the D.U.P., but...that's not where Eugene was used to fitting into. And how he tried so hard to get out of going to the outrageous party set for them-or, really just Delsin-in celebration of the city's marked freedom.
And it's not like he didn't want to celebrate from all the hardships they all had endured, and to feel the release of those memories slowly fading, despite how they'd never permanently disappear. He just..didn't do well in crowds. Or with loud noise. He was perfectly content spending his time in his domain, keeping to himself, and only communicating with his two friends.
But here he was, inside the noise and inside the life of the party, with chants of their names and cheers and laughter and it all felt so right. He still shied away, enough to let Fetch and Delsin claim more of the glory, but it was always short lived, as the later would always shove him forward to urge the crowd to cheer louder. With his name. And despite wanting to turn invisible and to hide away, he tried to accept it, as best as he could.
"We did it, guys." Fetch yelled above the cheers and chants. "We're making history!"