[ indeed, it is sick. and he grips her hand, keeping himself stable as he, too, finally looks around. it's hard to read his expression, as his jawline clenches. he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is not real. but it's hard to ignore the pit inside his stomach, or the automatic name that popped into his head when he first arrived.

delilah. sylas.

neither options. but it's hard to shake the feeling of gloom and despair that is seeping through his stomach, into his heart. ]

Well, we'll gain little to nothing if we stand here.

[ it's said a little briskly, and he takes a step forward, still holding vex's hand. still keeping her anchored, as they walk forward. ]

Let's head to where the Slayer's Cake should be, and test how accurate this hallucination truly is. See how far the rabbit hole goes.

[ with any luck, they'll find a way to break it, and get out. ]