Suddenly, the corridor was a lot shorter, opening up to a wide, dark room bathed in shadow and smelling of blood. In the middle of it the figure sat with its legs crossed, back turned to the highblood that was the only source of sound in the place. The other body might as well have been a statue for how still it sat. Around it there were smudges of blood both vibrant blue and olive green, a broken bow at its side.

One ear twitched when the steps came to a halt and Equius sat up a little straighter in his meditative posture, his hands on his knees. When he stood, he did so slowly, turning in place to finally face the intruder upon his bubble, his hands at his sides. His eyes were milky white and the ligature marks were still there around his throat, bright as ever, as was the splash of blood from the wound, now unfelt, through his left leg. He said nothing as he moved forward and suddenly, there was no doorway behind Gamzee for him to retreat through as one hand immediately snapped out and closed on the highblood's head, obscuring the top half of his face.