[And that kind of response, swiftly shifting the genre from pure horror into a mix against mystery, earns the same smile that's half knives, half approval and all undefeated ego, and it really is quite familiar to that last stand. Sword raised against an encroaching monster that can't be defeated, but still fighting through it anyway because She's the one there.]

Mystery? I can work with that.

[Barely getting the time to react more on that since the lights vanish and reality turns into a solid toxic black. Then Lion speaks, somewhere off to the left now - did he move without realizing it, or was that her? unimportant - and the wavering in her voice is enough to track her down.

And she gets no warning before deja vu settles in again, him scooping her up to hold in one arm but still having his left one left pointed out in the abyss. Still nothing but grins and a bad attitude, but at least the faint sheen of his eyes and his own sword chase away the slightest bit of the darkness.]

Move away? Why would I do that? [Said with that dim amusement like chastising a child, but it's a rhetorical since he continues without prompting.] I held onto you until my arm was severed from my body. This time seems much easier.