[Yuan grimaces at the fresh wave of stench. No, he's not looking forward to seeing what's down there, but it's not as if he can turn back now. He holds out a hand, palm-up, and forms a ball of lightning over it so that he doesn't have to rely on Adachi's flashlight.]
...No sense in postponing the inevitable. Sure you don't want me to go first?
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...No sense in postponing the inevitable. Sure you don't want me to go first?