Upon undoing the chain that connected both of our bodies
and carrying Alice’s slender, yet unbearably heavy body, I
seriously considered leaving behind the golden armor and the
Fragrant Olive Sword that made up most of the weight. But
seeing as Alice was resolved to fight on our side, it would be
inane to discard that equipment.

Resigning myself to my fate once again, I firmly fixed the
knight I carried in place and began climbing the sheer wall
towards my goal, the upper portion of the cathedral that had
sank into the night sky. When I saw a new terrace at the end of
an excruciating two hours, the strength that escaped me from
the relief I felt even caused me to drop a piton. I could only pray
that no one was standing on the ground straight below.

Anyway, I ought to be forgiven for lying down for a nap after
climbing over ninety meters of this vertical, straight wall to
reach the goal, this ninety-fifth floor. Not that I’d move for
another three minutes even I weren’t.

(Alicization Dividing, 221)