"I've got a question," Ethan said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Y-yeah?" Joel looked over at him, hiding his arm.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, ignoring his companion's odd behavior, "...Have you seen anybody with dark-brown skin and silver eyes? Wearing all-black clothes and kind of a sour attitude?"
"Huh? No, sorry, that doesn't ring a bell," Joel shook his head.
"Figured as much," he sighed.
"Why? Is it somebody you knew?" Joel asked.
"'Knew'?"
"Sorry, 'know,'" Joel wore a small smile.
He stood by Joel, keeping his guard up for anything similar to the hair-manipulating entity from before, "Yeah. I initially came here with him, but he went ahead of me."
"Ah," Joel's smile faded, "Sorry to hear that–well, I mean, I'm sure we can find 'em if we keep searching. It's not like we have anything else to do but keep moving and looking for a way out of this mess, right?"
"Right."
