[ being as into musicals as he is, the prince of egypt is the first thing he likens it to because he can't think of anything as terrifying and awe inspiring as the scene of the israelites crossing the parted red sea and seeing all the aquatic animals swimming past, none the wiser.

the second thing he thinks of is some weird gene wilder wonka bullshit, especially with the whatever-the-hell following them down into the depths. ]

It's a dream. [ he manages after he finds his voice again, swallowing thickly to try and keep himself from being swept up by it all. ] It doesn't have to be magic. All it takes is the right thought, and with enough strength behind it, even we could likely affect the rules of this place.

[ but it's always easiest for the caster. after all, they've been brought into someone--or something?--else's dreamscape. only psychics are really taught to master manipulating a maze they've been forced into. none of them being that, their best bet is to use the skills they know they have, using the reality their minds know as well as their bodies to fight a fiction imposed on them. ]