Kefka hits it, shattering the field. He's breathing hard; his hair is haloing around his head with static and from him pulling on it, barely contained by his ponytail anymore.

And with the field gone, Kefka rams into Karakael, pulling him into a tight embrace. Kefka buries his face in Karakael's chest, his fingers digging into the fabric over Karakael's back.

"I'm the only one who gets to decide when you die, so shut your face right now."