[Al sort of regrets coming so far into this room. His body already isn't in peak physical condition, and the added strange pressure is just making it hard to breathe. He's ended up crouched on the floor against one of the walls, just for a moment, just to catch his breath. That's where he is when the newcomer speaks to him. Or he thinks it's to him.]
Maybe.
[He tilts his head, not looking afraid.]
But I think if that's what they intend, they won't like the fight on their hands when they try it.
the core, prophet eyes
Maybe.
[He tilts his head, not looking afraid.]
But I think if that's what they intend, they won't like the fight on their hands when they try it.