If the formation was not broken before, it definitely was now. It seems that the group had fallen into a sort of trap, and were separated into groups. Kaathe managed to land on his feet, though not without some pain from the strain of using his legs. It hadn't been long enough to fully recover from the run over to the hive. It didn't take him more than a moment to figure out that their group had been forcibly split. Although he cared less about the well-being of others, Kaathe immediately looked to see if Cythlla was okay. She was, but Henry wasn't with her. That was bad in several ways, especially when she pointed out that this was a laboratory with several books that probably held a substantial amount of time's worth of experimentation logs.

1. She could get ideas, and those ideas could possibly lead to the destruction/subjugation of all things under her rule.
2. Kaathe had to protect her in Henry's place, and getting close to her was somewhat uncomfortable, since he thinks that she may have cast some strange spell that forced his heart to speed up.

In any case, Kaathe was...relieved that she was fine, and looked around.

The place was filled with strangeness. He had cleared a Kest Hive before with others, but that hive definitely did not have things like this in it. Rotting corpses of normal races, and what looked to be the abominable results of experiments by whoever this lab belonged to, all scattered about. Kaathe stopped a moment. He had found something rather interesting. It was the body of someone he knew. It was no knight, nor was it a dwarf, a human, or a wood elf. It was the body of another Dark Elf.

This one he knew well. It was one of the individuals he had constantly challenged when he was a child. Kaathe could remember his goals and aspirations easily. 'To travel the lands, and become a legendary warrior that all people will tell stories about.' Something along those lines, anyway. Kaathe had heard rumors of him, back in his earlier days in the Dawn Covenant. Stuff like a single dark elf wandering around, defeating some of the most dangerous monsters that the knights had ever faced, alone...and winning. If Kaathe had been his younger self, he'd have grit his teeth to the point of shattering, and trained to the point where his body would be useless from overexertion. However, when the rumors had risen, and even now, Kaathe did not care about them.

Still, he was a Dark Elf. He grew up with his culture. He owed his former acquaintance a prayer, at least.

"[color=2e3192][i]Na Shi'an tiriathar sinfae.[/i][/color]"

Kaathe's tongue was dry, but his voice was true. It had been a long while since he had to speak a prayer for anyone, much less his own kind. It was a nostalgic experience, but lately there have been many things that began reminding him of his life before the Knights.

With a sigh, Kaathe turned away from the fallen dark elf, and tried to continue looking around, when yet another thing caught his eye. A large, uniquely-crafted curved Greatsword with a bladed guard was lying where everyone had fallen. It was that Forossa-person's weapon. The man must have dropped it when the floor gave way.

Kaathe lifted the sword up to inspect it. It wasn't as heavy as one would think, though it was still heavy. Still, it definitely was as sharp as it looked. Kaathe lifted the blade higher, and then rested it on his shoulder. He may as well bring along back to its owner.

Kaathe had to focus on the task at hand, which was figuring out what this place was meant for, who was responsible for everything in it, and why.

...Then Gonad, for whatever reason, started singing. Loudly. It was idiotic that the man thought that whatever he was doing was a good idea to the situation. They were in a closed space, with abominations strewn about. His singing could easily lead entire legions of Kest right to them, and maybe wake some of these hybrids up, if any of them were alive.

Kaathe was really beginning to think that Fate was trying to kill him today.