We are both getting appointments with Ahmi the moment we're out of this place.

[Guess who discovered the wonderful world of having a chiropractor, Rean. HE DID.]

Right behind you.

[And stay close he does. Crow's got his guns on him, not entirely confident in using that double blade just yet, and good thing too as the pathway narrows to where it'd be almost impossible to wield something of that size.

While Crow doesn't have the sensing ability that Rean has, his natural sixth sense does find something off about this place. He DIDN'T feel alone, and it wasn't Rean's presence that was setting it off. The voices try and start up again, screeching at the edges of his mind, but Crow's too focused to care.

Rean proved more than enough that those words mean nothing. He's not falling back against that silent promise to get out of this together.

Upon seeing that machine, it's eyes all fixating on them and amplifying the nerves that had been tugging at them the whole way here, Crow gets out his guns, aiming both at one eye each.

A warning.]

Whatever it is, doesn't look too friendly.