"I was... Let me think," he says, cutting himself off. He was so out of it at the time with paranoia beyond what's healthy and such a mix of other's visions that he actually does need a moment to recall what he thought the real details were. It just doesn't seem productive to admit to how bad a place his head got to in that time.

But shortly he nods, frowning. "There were shapes in the ice I took for stalagmites, but we were in a mine, there were no natural formations like that. Buildings, visible through the walls sometimes. You in the middle of it all, or something uncannily like you, but I've never seen a look on your face like that."

Not just ready to fight, but truly ready to kill.