Though our number was once five, only two of us have ever mattered. Only Imamu and I posses the strength of will and presence of mind to discover this place's secrets. If he can discard his inner weakness, perhaps we may find it together. If he cannot, then in the end it will come to blood.
The more he wastes his time comforting that brainless mule, Trent, the more I fear it will be the latter. A shame, but I will do what I must. The deeper we delve, the stronger I hear the call, and I am destined to answer it. This labyrinth is mine to conquer, of nothing else have I been so certain.