Shook his head at her suggestion, frustration only rising as he realizes they were stuck in a loop. Turning back to Isabella, he barked loudly in his rage, though his voice barely seemed to carry far into the forest.  “We are in its lair already! Where do you expect us to go, hmm?! If we stay here till nightfall, you will surely be slaughtered, is that what you want?!” He spat lightly as he shouted, the small droplets landing on her armor from his close proximity.<br/><br/>Another growl of frustration would emit as he looks away from her, scanning the trees for something, anything that gave them a sign, though he was quite blinded at this point. Past failures clouded his judgment with Isabella merely another girl he couldn’t protect.<br/><br/>The male began to pace, sheathing his word only to bring a hand to his elbow, the other rubbing the stubble on his chin. Instead of thinking of anything rational, he merely imagined the faceless forms of the missing girls surrounding them. They were naked, carved up and wanting to scream in anguish, wanting to tear into his flesh but without the voice, or the power to do so.<br/><br/>A twig again snapped beneath his foot as he drew closer to the old tree, only to soon turn and walk in the opposite direction, no longer fully tapped into reality.