Time was, Asterion wouldn't have set foot in an elevator at all. Over the years, he had worked on ways to calm himself in small spaces, breathing exercises, counting, mindfulness - things that worked. He had used elevators for years now and never had an issue.
Until today.
The second they were plunged into darkness, Asterion was on the floor, curled into a (gigantic) ball. He let out a keening noise of fear as he felt his throat constrict.
Oh god. He was back there. Back in the dark. Back in the labyrinth where he would starve and rage to silence and nothing.