[ It occurred to Yuri, too, the memories coming back and making him clench his wrist. He feels so weird, off, without a sword, without his knuckle guard, in these weird clothes. He feels like a science experiment, and he hates it. He hates it, and he hates that Flynn is here, and he has to help get Flynn out, no matter what. The world needs Flynn, this world, or their own.
He doesn't respond, not verbally. He nods shortly and moves further into the place. There are more rooms, all full of cells like the one they woke up in, but all are empty. He has to wonder if everyone else just got out before them, or...
He spots something else, a set of stairs, and lets out a breath, pointing to them. Not talking does feel safer, and he can still hear Flynn's breath, his footsteps, to show him that Flynn is near ]
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He doesn't respond, not verbally. He nods shortly and moves further into the place. There are more rooms, all full of cells like the one they woke up in, but all are empty. He has to wonder if everyone else just got out before them, or...
He spots something else, a set of stairs, and lets out a breath, pointing to them. Not talking does feel safer, and he can still hear Flynn's breath, his footsteps, to show him that Flynn is near ]