"I haven't seen any monsters yet, either," Lloyd confirmed. "But two other people have told me about them, too, so they're probably real." Without any trace of skepticism in his face or his voice, it was clear he took the rumor very seriously. "I've fought monsters before, but I'd be glad for any help. The more of us there are, the better chance we'll have. You're welcome to come with us, if you want." Not waiting for a response, he held his hand out to Flora. "I'm Lloyd."

What she said had touched a nerve with him, though, and he looked off in the dark back the way he'd come from. There were other people here, and he was leaving them. Maybe he hadn't met most of them, but that didn't change the fact that they needed help, too. No one should be left in a place like this, where doctors made people sick and brainwashed them and kept you prisoner. But on the other hand, could he really take this whole place on by himself, without any weapons except for a knife? He'd seen nurses following other patients, and there had to be more people who worked here who he hadn't seen. The doctors, too, and the Head Doctor himself. Lloyd was pretty good, but was he that good?

Overconfidence breeds carelessness. As much as he didn't like the memory of that reprimand from Kratos, or even thinking about Kratos at all, that didn't make it any less true. He shook his head. "I don't like the thought of leaving anyone here, either, but I'm not sure there's anything we can do by ourselves. I don't think this is something where we can afford to make a mistake. I'm leaving, but it's only because I know that when I come back with my friends, I know this place won't stand a chance."