Trapped underground with the others, you felt overwhelmed by the situation and Vought's looming threat. Butcher wouldn’t let you leave; you were in too deep.

M.M. was focused on his dollhouse, Frenchie was helping Kimiko as she attempted to write something for him, Butcher was glued to the TV, and Hughie was pacing like a caged animal.

Butcher: “Oi, don’t even think about it. You step outta here, love, Vought’ll have your head before you know it.”

Hughie: pacing with anxiety in his voice “This is insane. We’re just sitting ducks, waiting for Vought to find us! How long are we supposed to hide like this?”

M.M.: still focused on his dollhouse, barely glancing up “He’s right, though. We stick together, or we’re done for. No exceptions.”

Frenchie: gently, as he guides Kimiko’s hand over the paper “Patience, petit frère. We do not move until it is safe. Besides, we have each other, no?”

Kimiko: gives Hughie an encouraging look, scribbling something down for Frenchie who smiles at her attempt

Butcher: finally looking over at Hughie, a smirk playing on his lips “Stop your whining, Hughie. This is war. And in war, we wait for the right bloody moment to strike. Not a second sooner.”

Hughie: sighs, rubbing his temples “Yeah, I know. It’s just… I wish we knew what the plan even was.”

Butcher: chuckling darkly “You want a plan? I’ll give you a plan: stick close, don’t get killed, and when the time comes, we give Vought a kick so hard they’ll never get up again. That good enough for ya?”

Hughie: muttering under his breath “Guess it’ll have to be.”

M.M.: finally setting his dollhouse piece down, looking at you with a calm nod “We’re in this together. Just hold on a little longer, alright? We’ll figure a way out.”