Hunter felt number...what she saw she was certain was the truth...how many times had the halfling shouted and abused the bard, and yet now those moments may have been a hundred years ago...even now the scene played again and again in her mind. Here she was, "safe" while they were dying like cattle out there, just to continue to buy precious moments for this group to get to the top.<br/><br/>But...what group? One by one they had been pulled apart from each other, leaving just the pair of them on this floor, with a desperate hope that their third companion would overcome whatever had harmed her spirit and join them. At least, that's how Hunter had thought. But now she turns to her companion who had remained, and saw that she too had been reduced to a shadow of her former self. Whatever she had seen had taken all the fight out of her as well, leaving her unable to do anything .<br/><br/>"Bree...we can't stay here, there's too much at stake now to stop here..." she said, but the words felt hollow to her even as she said them. Something must have gone horribly wrong in her vision...something she could imagine was just as true as her own vision she had received. There was nothing Hunter could imagine she could say to break her out of this...even a promise of possible revenge felt so hollow and empty in these moment.<br/><br/>Dully Hunter turned to continue upwards, unaware if Bree had moved to follow her. Every step felt leaden and heavy, and it took all her will just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. For all her talk earlier...well, technically Hunter had not given up...she was still moving forward. But even she felt dead inside after all that happened now.