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Okay, who said you could talk to me like a kid?

I am in my twenties and an adult thank you very much!

Course, I don’t feel much like an adult in the moment. Which is entirely irrelevant to the task at hand – namely, trying to act like an adult.

Of course creepy punk is babbling still. Like I’m a kid – actually, I’m pretty sure nobody talk like that to me even when I was a kid. Course, I don’t remember much before I turned thirteen.

Back when I could see.

“You don’t have anything to be afraid of right now. Everything you’re scared of already happened, mm?”

Eh. That’s a little bit better. Points for trying punk.

“There’s nothing to be scared of now that won’t have an end.”

Now that is a little ominous and sounds like you’re about to torture me. Boo. Bring on the next act.

“Good plan.”

His voice comes away from me now. He’s looked away.

Hm. Might need to get my smoke back – which has entirely dissipated because that’s what happens when I panic. Great going Burn. Gotta love your logic.

“Oh. Caleb’s breaking a hole in the roof.”

Uh. Who’s Caleb?

Hm… I’ll just pretend I know. Like usual.

“Well, if he brings the river in on us, I’m gonna kill him before the water does.” I snap, dropping the fire opal into my hand again.

Smoke. Wonderful, warm, caustic, smoke.

I roll the smoke through my fingers, tracing the shape of the tunnels we’d gone through so far…

… which is so effective when you keep falling through holes in reality…

Whatever.

“I’ve got a genus loci to punish and I ain’t dying cause someone’s gone dig happy.”