Dankovsky does follow. He can't bear to watch her go alone, even though he already feels in his heart that there's nothing else to find.

And he's right.

He truly does hate being right sometimes.

When they make it back to the main hallway again, he finally feels himself giving up fully. He kind of just. Slumps to the floor, sitting down.

The Bachelor is biting his lips, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands, trying not to cry in front of Frieda even though it's all he wants to do right now. He's barely holding it together. Dankovsky really thought this place would be something, would lead to something. But it was nothing. A practical joke, played on him, just like the rest of this stupid desert.

"Damn this place." He whispers to himself, "Damn it all anyway."