This was all witchcraft and his mother had warned him so much against it. Mr. Graves wasn't here to help either, so this was wild. Out of control witchcraft and nothing that Credence was prepared to deal with. It was terrifying by the sole fact that it was out of this world but it was made worse by the fact that he was alone.

"G.. Get here..?"

He finally takes note of the other young man. He manages a brief glance at Prompto's face before looking away from him. Credence could never keep eye contact, could hardly ever make himself look people in the eye. One would swear his neck simply couldn't straight up.

Misdreavus was very disappointed that she still couldn't greet her trainer. She floats over to the Eevee with a melancholic sigh, leaning her head on the little fox-like creature's shoulder.

"Not fair. My trainer is broken."

Credence really wasn't sure if he could stomach food at all but he shouldn't refuse the offering. He extends his hand to take it, every part of his body trembling. He must look so foolish but this young man was so cool and calm wasn't he? Credence found himself envious.

"T.. t hank you... I-I don't know where I am.. What .. what is that thing, where are we?"