"It's not like anyone knew where we were," Jude points out, looking up from the dark cover of lashes and brows to match whatever is in the man's voice to his face. When he looks back down, he picks up a darker pencil, adding lines to suggest the end of the ponytail over one shoulder. "Credence said something about the cave not even being there, last time he saw that part of the wall."

Jude doesn't like to acknowledge much about this place, but he isn't unaware of it. Someone was going to get stuck there, one of them just happened to be some kid the whole place wanted to look out for. "We handled it," he assures the man, pencil stilling against the page. "Where I'm from they teach us about cave-ins, I knew what to do. If I don't blame anyone for not getting us out, Credence sure as shit won't."