Even at full strength Soliloquy probably would have struggled with the Valentine's weight on top of him but his imprisonment had set him spiralling down a dark path that seemed would only get darker still from here on out. Legs gave way and he collapsed, the weight hitting him again with a blow that took the air out of him. He'd attempt to regain his footing and wriggle free but somewhere in the process he was turned over and the next thing he knew there was a sickening pain. It'd take a good while for the physical pain to subside though the mental was perhaps something he would never overcome as soon as he fully realised what had just happened. Had he known the hypocrite's reasons behind such an action as well, Soliloquy probably would have been furious, may have offered the very same treatment to Valentine but such thoughts wouldn't fill him now.
The realisation was sinking in, and though it seemed he and his family were now free Soliloquy simply couldn't feel any joy at all. He had still lost this fight. Rhythm was at his side, offering help but it was all a blur if he was completely honest. How he gathered the family and finally got out was a story he doubted he'd ever recall.
