[So his companion isn't the prying type. Good. It's for the best. He has to focus on not thinking or their journey won't be any easier. He fights the urge to clench his hands into fists, and instead pats down his clothing as if feeling up pockets that don't actually exist, knowing full well he doesn't have anything on him. Mokona always carried what he needed. Still, he makes a show of it, shrugging with another easy smile on his face.]

Seems I don't, sorry. I guess we'll have to do our best in the dark.

[In what little light they do have, he can see that the tunnel stretches out both behind and in front of them, each side disappearing into darkness with no real sign of what lies at either end. ]

Nothing to be done but choose a path then, huh? Why don't we try heading this way?

[He points into the shadows behind him and doesn't wait for an answer, turning away to start what he assumes will be a rather arduous and unpleasant journey for both of them. It would have been fine, really, if only he had ended up here alone. But, of course, someone else had to be involved. Of course his problems never only hurt him. It seems the universe is willing to offer up as many reminders of that as he could ever possibly need.

He lifts one weighted foot, then the other, the air around him thick and putrid. He doesn't look back at his unfortunate companion, but instead speaks to the darkness ahead of them.]

I'm Fai, by the way. I really can't express how sorry I am for all this. I hope you'll forgive me.