Sunbeam Lair auferstehung

steals this instead of starting us one

he's not sure how he ends up so deep within the mountain range. the hours — has it been hours? — have passed in a blur. there's no thought in this heavy fog; he doesn't know where he is, he hardly knows who he is. he doesn't want to. his feet move and the scenery shifts, he breathes and the air fills him, and for the moment his grief is muted. it never quite leaves, but he's learned to deal with that.
suddenly he's — where is he? he comes to an abrupt halt, dazed. it's dark, at least until his vision adjusts (haltingly) to the dimmer lighting and he realizes it's a cavern. he blinks and gapes for several more moments. the scent of a stranger registers belatedly; he's walked right past him, so he turns to look, wondering distantly how he'd managed to get down here without seeing or hearing a single thing.
"huh. didn't see you," he says, slurring just slightly; he's gotten better at this, and he knows he shouldn't be proud of that. "hey— your eyes, they're kinda like my brother's. fuckin' wicked." the observation is made lazily, but he tacks on a half-assed grin. he wonders if he'll kill this stranger, too.