Yuya's expression rapidly slips, his heart sinking as Steven starts to cry. His words aren't enough, and at first he wants to sink into the same hopelessness. That they can't compete with the Fae, that he's powerless. He wants to feel his pendulum between his fingers, but it's...

The silence hangs between them, Yuya's gaze shifting slightly out of focus. Weren't his own words that this is a dream? And why not?

He moves, suddenly, to pull Steven closer, or himself closer to Steven. Yuya looks up, a clear view over his shoulder as he reaches with his free hand again for one of the vines.

"Neither did I!" He tries to dig his claws into the vine, to pierce and sever it. If it hurts, he's sorry. "But you know, you escaped before! And this time you're not doing it alone. You're definitely not alone, Steven!"

It's hard to tell his progress, but Yuya keeps trying. "How are we going to know if we don't try?! I'll start, just follow me lead!"