[img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/696701994790027387/821781719744905266/2DaZRZ0.png[/img] As Thomas waited for his teammates to decide among themselves what was what, he could slowly feel himself growing more and more impatient. It was an unusual feeling for him. His mostly docile nature meant that he was usually more than happy to wait for others to make the decisions and then follow them, but there was this burning feeling from within that he couldn't shake off. In fact, part of him felt as though that feeling were almost bordering on anger. And, as much as he wanted to wait for his teammates to officially decide what they'd do next, in his mind the only logical option was to go back up towards Victoire's chambers, whether his teammates agreed or not. An especially large crash from above that was audible to everyone in the theatre cemented the elimination of any hesitation Thomas had left. He began to pace back towards the destructed entrance from which he'd entered with real purpose in his step. [color=violet]"Uh, it's sounding pretty intense up there, so I'll run on ahead. You guys can follow if you want, or stay here, I don't..."[/color] The boy trailed off towards the end of his sentence, not even finishing what he was going to say, his concentration having moved to retracing his steps from earlier with Caprice. It was clear to the others in the theatre that his mind was elsewhere, and Thomas himself probably wouldn't notice if any of his teammates decided to follow behind him as he broke out into a run. He hadn't even noticed that his glaive had disappeared, and dematerialised back to wherever it had come from, waiting to be summoned again when Thomas needed it. All that was in his mind was what was ahead: the somewhat familiar maze of corridors and stairways that would lead him to the remainder of his teammates, and whatever dark force or otherwise that they were fighting in those chambers.