it takes an ocean not to break

Humming in agreement, Lucas began to lead them forward again - or backward, who was to know at this point - with his free hand trailing absently upon the wall. Glancing sidelong at her throught he darkness, he managed a smirk at her comments. "Difficult, frustrating, infuriating... all words I would use. And yet here I am, still." Had he considered, briefly, just laying down in the Spire and dying? Maybe. Ultimately, though, it seemed as though his sense of self-preservation had prevailed, at least for the time being. "Could always be worse," he agreed. "Though I do miss the commodities of my old world. Perhaps one day this one will see the same kind of advancements." Only if the Voice was allowed to do her work, though. Soon enough, it appeared that they had walked back on themselves, and Lucas released Rexanna's hand as the familiar slopes and shapes of the entrance appeared before them, punctuated by the distant glow of moonlight from outside. "There. Safe and sound." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk