"That's why I have a steel-toe-capped boot, and my other foot doesn't exist," hah, take that, Sis!!! "And I have lamps there, I don't just...lurk in the dark like it's a cave."

It really is very cave-like down there. He does let out a long, slow breath at her comment.

"Yeah, you're so right there. Like...I know we're supposed to take it easy to try and fix it, but how can we do that when this place is going insane every few weeks?"

And, naturally, feeding into each other's own corruption. Like a horrible trauma feedback loop.

"Okay, okay," he really wants to bury himself in his work, avoid this completely- but he knows she's right. "We can give that a try. Who knows it might help?"