[He's more than shaken, but at the same time... he attempts his best to smile. This was hellish in so many ways, not only he and others had to run for their lives but... things didn't get much calmer now that he wanted to just rest. Still, he gets a bloodied smile on his face as he turns in Frieda's direction. That's a friend, for all he cares.]

Hey, not your fault. I should have managed to run faster, no one else's fault.

[As if he just didn't take a terrible direction and had to learn his leson. The teen then took a deep breath, making sure no one else was too close- he didn't want to upset the two otehr friends from home.]

Well, whatever the Ferryman was running from did not show its ugly nose. The things around us did change shape though, the ghosts. They... went full monsters and full aggressive as the light guiding you guys moved away.

There's countless of them, they're extremely aggressive and they're relentless in hunting whatever they can find that's still... well, alive? Or at least alive looking?

They scream, they. almost cry, and then they attack. Imagine the ones we saw in the cave but ten times worse. We had to run really fast. If anything else was coming, we- well, I didn't get to see it.

[he's glad he's not asked about feelings or anything like that.]