Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE Caiside was beginning to get used to stepping into places he wasn’t expecting. Or maybe he was expecting it, simply because of the voices, the creatures, calling to him. Either way, he was more curious about the place he had stepped into, the way he had been shifted back to his human form. Upon noticing his nakedness, a hand went up to his head, feeling for the broken crown he’d been gifted earlier. With his immediate self taken stock of, Caiside turned gold eyes around him, taking in his strange new companions, his hands moving to each face in turn before looking at the hands on him, a faintly amused confusion on his face, the expression growing more severe as one of them spoke to him. Caiside held his tongue a long moment, considering his words, the questions he had. Wondering if this was somehow still a trick. ”Who are they? And... all of you?” Once his trepidation was overwhelmed by his curiosity, he had nothing but questions, questions that Caiside couldn’t stem the flow of. ”What is the pit? And... what about Jigano? He was still nearby, is he... is he alright?” the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.