He can't help but feel like he isn't cut out for any of this. He doesn't feel brave, or like a fighter, or like... anything. The idea that there's something better that he could be is daunting to the extreme. The only reason he's here now is that he's putting his hopes in the idea that there's somewhere different, somewhere safer, that his dad and him could go - something free from the her, and the pain they've been suffering.

He'd been with some of the angels, but after having to run away from some crows, he feels like he's lost them. He's growing increasingly fearful, too - this whole castle makes him feel like he's being watched.

He decides to just run ahead and try to catch up - which is the same moment that he manages to slip over the ice that Strange just cast across the floor. He hits the ground hard, the movement jolting his body, still sore from the raid he went on a week earlier. His head spins.