[The stranger's unflappably pleasant demeanor is somewhat disconcerting to Connor, who wants little more than to sink to the ground and hold his head in his hands for a good long while. He won't do this, because that won't bring him any closer to the exit from this nightmare, but it remains an appealing alternative to dealing with such an ordeal.
He is tracing their surroundings with his eyes as if to memorize their route, although the landscape is monotonous enough that one segment of the labyrinth hardly seems any different from any other segment. The more Sebastian speaks, however, Connor finds himself eyeing him once again.]
You have a master? Wow, what year did you stumble out of?
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He is tracing their surroundings with his eyes as if to memorize their route, although the landscape is monotonous enough that one segment of the labyrinth hardly seems any different from any other segment. The more Sebastian speaks, however, Connor finds himself eyeing him once again.]
You have a master? Wow, what year did you stumble out of?