"Nonsense. Maybe if we just hold it up, you can sort of... reattach it-" And that's when he notices the wing is gone, and all his hopes of figuring out if clerics can reattach limbs go with it. "Never mind."

And he still doesn't really understand what a Persona is, but he shakes it off and moves forward. He planned to light up his swords, but the tunnel gets narrower and he finds himself getting more and more anxious about it. Hah. This is fine. It's not like being buried alive at all. Is his breathing getting a bit tense? Maybe it's just because the air quality here is shit.

And, of course, the path forks. Of course it does. Molly looks between the two identical paths, knowing that he's in front and will have to be confident in his decision. He doesn't feel confident. He feels like he's on the verge of a panic attack, but if he stands still then everyone's going to bloody know it.

He goes right. "I feel like right is always the way to go." Thank god, he can at least pretend to sound confident.