(SE) eyes covered with ink and bleach

He doesn’t quite get the reason behind the smirk, though he guesses that it has something to do with the barrier and information he doesn’t have about it. He tilts his head again as he listens to Sunjata’s tale of darkness past and yet to come. He taps his fingers in a rolling pattern on the glass in his hand. “Well, fuck. And here I was thinkin’ the Grounds couldn’t be nearly as bad as a forest that wants to drop me off a cliff.” His mouth pulls into a grimace. “From what you’re sayin’, though, if that barrier was holdin’ things in, doesn’t that mean the monsters have a way out, too?” There’s no humor in his voice when he says it, nor when he asks, “Was preparing for that part of buildin’ this place?”