Koschei drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes a moment. This wasn't his prison, this wasn't someplace populated by creatures that were supposed to be just a myth created to undermine Rassilon's place in history. There were others here, Theta was sitting at the table with him, he'd mentioned others.
He opened his eyes again, smiling at Theta, though the expression was a bit shaky. "Sorry. I've been... trapped someplace rather less pleasant than this for a while. I'm not doing too well with the concept of being at the mercy of something or someone else."