Locus seems less amused. His eyes trail briefly over the soldiers surrounding them. Chorus's ghosts are going to haunt him for the rest of his life, he's accepted that, but it wasn't as if he needed this stark a reminder.

"Something in this place is drawing things from our minds. Possibly useful in the future, but pointless now." His gaze lingers on a set of soldiers in the distance before turning his back abruptly, that eye-less mask now on Barry.

"We should move."