Gyre is not going to be any help at all unfortunately! He yelps as he falls, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the sudden light, and uh going completely still as they end up in this floating, white nothing.

He's immediately reminded of Sxicq sending him to space. He can't feel his body. Or rather, his body can't feel anything else. He has no grounding, and that makes him freeze up. He doesn't even open his eyes until Luka's flailing arm start disrupting the light a little bit.

Even then, he doesn't say anything, letting himself slowly fall and fall as he stares up at the weird geometric mass in the center of the orb. He's in hell, he decides. He doesn't believe in hell, but falling forever feels like what it must be.

It's not until their backs tap against the floor of the place that Gyre moves even the tiniest little bit, bringing his hands down with a slap to cling to the wall. Even if he has to cling with his fingertips, it's something, some hint of solid ground. He also breathes for the first time since they started falling, gasping like a fish for several breaths.

"I don't know. I don't know--! There's s-something up there, I don't know--" he says, all in an unorganized tumble. He is a dead dirt elf. He never should have come to the bridge of a spaceship.