Arthur. [ And maybe his voice is sterner than it should be. ] The arm you lost is the one you pushed me with. And you were an off color.

[ And yes, the hand was at his back, but he remembers turning around, seeing green, how did he forget- it was everywhere, even after his ghost finally surfaced- and where did that fog even come from? There'd been no water or anything of the sort, the sky above had been fine- no. No, no, panic wouldn't do good here. He keeps tapping his finger against his face where it still rests in the cross-armed shield against the world. Think. T h i n k. ]

No, the only thing I remember seeing was a bat in the entrance. There wasn't much to the cave. Something else must have happened.

[ Why'd he have to fall so fast? Why couldn't he have seen more? This isn't right! Lewis glances back at Arthur out of the corner of his eye. ]

Is that all you remember? That fog was pretty weird, don't you think?

[ Wasn't there something about- right, right, some entities, demons most commonly but not exclusively, could influence emotions. Amplify. ]

How... were you feeling before everything?