The Fool makes a soft sound of distress under his breath and looks back towards the way he'd come. "Then it cannot be a dragon," he says, but in that moment he sounds far more like he is attempting to convince himself of something, rather than state a fact outright. The dragons of his world were as beautiful and terrible and brilliant and egotistical as any human mind; the idea of something as powerful as that in this world, yet without a soul or a conscience (peculiar and alien though a dragon's conscience might have been), does not sit well with him.

"There were green power cables along the stone walls of that corridor," he goes on reluctantly, "but I am not eager to follow them into that beast's mouth. We should find the others and leave here, quickly, before it pursues us."