[—ah, he's being squeezed. This is incredibly unfamiliar and a bit suffocating to him, please release him he is not for squish.]

I've heard several others speaking within the labyrinth, but you're the only one I've had luck reaching.

[As he says this, the maze closes behind him, and a branch snaps out and shoves them both forward. Gnosis only barely manages not to trip over a root jutting from the ground. Oy.]

We should try to stick together as much as possible. Hugging the rightmost walls of the maze is ineffective since it cuts us off, but perhaps there's a way to—

[("Oh, now you want to stick with somebody and not abandon your post?")

Gnosis breathes a heavy, exhausted sigh.]

—a way to find our way out through sheer luck alone, not that I enjoy relying on such.