Wider is better. Molly's having a moment that's covering up with the best that bullshit can offer. Being underground, the walls closing in... It's a little too much like a grave. Like waking up to dirt in your face, slowly suffocating as you fight with every bit of strength in you to get out.

...He's honestly pretty consumed by that thought, so much that he barely registers the scene laid out before them. Maybe that's what makes him a target- that he hangs back a bit to collect himself and shoo the errant panic away.

But it doesn't go away- it's just replaced by new panic as he suddenly feels something wrapping around him like the coils of a snake. He struggles, trying to get to his blades, but his arms are pinned and all he can do is kick and flail and try to bite at nothing, only to stop when he feels that.

What no one wanted to see- that Molly's solid red eyes are red from front to back like two bloody orbs attached to clusters of nerves. Molly's lucky in that he doesn't have to see it at all, but he can hear his own anguished painful scream echoing down the chamber.