[viktor finds himself reluctant to let go, the dark too overpowering even now. after a moment he says,] I think it would be better if I kept a hold of your arm, if you don't mind it. This... it feels too easy to get separated.

[he looks to the light as well, a sharp nod. he doesn't realize how apt it is to say this place reminds him of vague nightmares he's had, walls and dark too close, great metal coils and the looming hiss of rusty machinery. it makes it feel a little harder to breath but he starts forward, eyes darting around to make sure they aren't being followed again.]

So, any guesses what all this means? The symbology of the entire affair is lost on me from start to finish. [he keeps his tone dry, the only indication of his discomfort the tight grip on jason's arm.]