I don't wanna know. Any other time? It'd be a joke. Right now it's utterly sincere- the idea of anything worse is staggering to the mind and horrifying on more levels than he can begin to stand. But she's here, she's fine, Connie's roughed up but fine, Sombra's fine-

It's more than he can ask for. He's got half a mind to tell them to leave him with the walls closing in the way they are but-

He's been there before. Not long but long enough to be terrified of going back. The dark, the silence, the...nothing.

"You know me. Always dreaming." Lines from a familiar role that he can swing sometimes. Most times.

Please. I'm gonna throw up over her armor at this rate and she'll bitch forever if I do.