"Don't be sorry," Angus said with a smile, untying her wrists. "It probably wasn't on your job description at the ministry to learn how to swing over pools of acid and how to dodge random knives and halberds and poisoned fruit. It's part and parcel of my job and what I've chosen to do, but it certainly isn't yours. You've held up well, all things considered."
Marcus made it over without any trouble, and Brian untied Khaat's wrists. Marcus sent the vine back, and the rest made it across, one at a time, without any issues.
"Well done, All," Robert said, relieved that they had skirted disaster once more. "Proud of every one of you. This certainly isn't our typical mission with Gelding, but this team can handle anything he thinks he can throw at us."
"I know the next section," Marcus said, "but it isn't pretty."
"Lead on, then," Robert said. Marcus took them to a Y shaped intersection in the corridor. One path was better lit, with the promising smell of food. The other path was almost pitch black and smelled like death. Having done coroner duties, Robert recognized the smell of death clearly. Mira was about to head down the path that smelled like food, her hunger getting to her.
"Stop," Marcus said. "That way is the trap. You don't even want to think about that way. We have to go the other way. And if you haven't seen various stages of death and decomposition, then close your eyes and have someone lead you through. This is not pretty. The trap is dealing with the ugliness of what you'll see. Even for someone like me, it's revolting."
"I'm fine with it," Robert said.
"So am I," Brian said.
"Angus and I are fine too," Edward said.
"I'll manage," Mira said, wanting to be brave about it.
"If it gets to be too much, you say so," Robert told her firmly. She nodded.
"Ruby? What about you?" Brian asked her.