It was a strange thing, walking through the darkness and clasping hands like children. But there was a strange comfort to it as well. Something Lust couldn't pinpoint or explain, but something she knew she had never felt before. It was such a human thing. A human thing to want and a human thing to do and gain from. She realized that she still didn't know just what Frank Westerning was, but declined to press the issue. She hadn't offered her nature, either.

And then they had reached the hallway that seemed to frighten Frank the most. Lust shook herself, banishing thoughts of what this place could potentially do to her.

"What does it protect, that makes it so dangerous?" the homunculus asked, stepping beside her companion and stretching her fingers to prepare her claws if need be. She couldn't imagine any other reason for a hallway to be particularly bad. She peered after the light, trying to discern some difference or hint. "And don't worry. If anything comes, I'll take care of it."

That was what she could offer.