[Smiles at him, a brief, barely-there smile before he nods, exhaling in something like relief.] Thank you.
[Without much ceremony, he reaches for the door handle once more, twisting it and pushing the door open... barely registering the blood-stained walls, the scratches that cover every surface, some made by nails like theirs, some by sword strikes, as he doubles over, collapsing on the floor as the memories return to him.]