[viktor accepts it- sadly even if either of them weren't okay it was probably best to keep pushing through before they really got overwhelmed. he keeps his gaze down, swears he can see things moving about just out of the line of his sight.

how anything can be hiding when the tunnel feels like it's closing in he doesn't know. he swallows, trying again to focus ahead, still keeping a grip on jason's arm.]

I don't- it sounds like a factory. [he hesitantly offers, frowning.] Not a well maintained one. [a long pause and he forces himself to admit,] It's pulling something from our head. This? It's playing with fears or something similar.