[ steve walks out of memory more than any visual directions. he's barely able to see through whatever light there is, but it's not impossible. if anything, it reminds him a little too much of the upside down, and that thought process pushes a whole different layer of adrenaline through him - avoiding prisoners, and any of the larger vines, wishing desperately for his axe or bat or even the short sword that he'd had on him when he'd been taken.

he doesn't know how he's going to pay for that, doesn't know how he's going to save up for another one. but he pushes that thought away too as they make it to his broken bulb, his hands burning a bit at the memory of tearing through it not a couple of hours before. ] Yeah- me and Louis. He's not from Solvunn, one of the others. Here- [ he points to...well, honestly, it's kind of decimated. louis turned out to be one of those people who have insane strength and a bunch of other abilities that steve is uh. okay to act like they're normal if it mean making things like his escape that much easier.

when his eyes scan out, he sees so many more, and something drops in his stomach. no, no, okay, keep moving. ] I haven't started on the ones up there yet. I just kinda picked a direction and the closest one I could find. [ in the other direction, but that's okay.

geralt starts working at one, so steve moves to the other side, trying to help double the efforts to start peeling back the layers. ] Did you wake up in one of those?