A Night to Forget

[Sören]

Soren's ear's rang in the aftermath, pinching his expression with a frown. The boy ran off, yelling Natalie's name. But at least he'd finally grasped at the power. Soren had no objection to his leaving, nor much inclination to immediately follow. He shrugged at the man's companion, then returned his attention to the littered bodies. "The corpse they were eating, do you see the ragged white cloth? Rather like a laboratory coat. Someone has been experimenting down here, it would seem. But to what end?"
Half spoken to himself, half to Jared, who at least seemed sensible enough not to go running full pelt into the pitch darkness.

It irked him. That stupidity. Flashed irritating memories of Declan and how careless he had been. The guilt twisted in an ugly manner, perhaps the only reason Soren straightened from the more interesting task. "Do legionnaires usually disregard protocol to go dashing headlong into danger? Your companion is foolish."
He assumed Jared would feel compelled to follow regardless, out of loyalty if nothing else. And though Soren would rather examine the strangeness they had found here, to better understand what they faced, he gestured Jared lead the way anyway. He would follow. At a sensible pace.