The ting of metal rang in his ears. He had spent years, years trying to tear down the walls that held him. Beating his fists against the rock until they bled. Not once had it ever sounded like that.
He took in a deep and shaky breath, exhaling it slowly. "Labyrinth," was all he said. Asterion was never one to talk a lot anyway, especially when he was panicking and he had less breath to work with. He hoped she understood.