Jase mused over Alex's odd ramblings. Alexander the great was more than literally foreign to him. He gave an odd, bemused smile, expecting this was something he should know, but a lack of education had left him clueless as to any facts. Beyond reading and writing, the only things Jase had learned were the things he picked up himself. And, with long periods of utter neglect in his orphanage, he'd managed to pick up a surprising amount. Evidently not enough, however, as jase finally responded.<br/><br/>"No, I can't say I do..." He let his thoughts about the roman emperor recede before getting down to business. "Now, let's assume that this is either of our psychological visions, If we are in fact going crazy. By that assumption, we can predict none lead to certain death. Why would our own minds create something only to destroy us?" He waited a minute, letting the soldier mull over his words. "Unless of course... This isn't a dream, a vision or whatever, but is in fact an actual earthly location. What purpose would be achieved by killing us like this? We have but no other option than to choose... And hope we find the way out."<br/><br/>Jase didn't speak after that, but fondled the cube in his pocket nervously. Despite a cool front, Jase was far from calm. His concerns were just hidden more expertly than others.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>