Sepulchre wasn't entirely sure what possessed him. He was not the generous type, nor the helpful type.. truly he just wanted to get in, and get out. No.. interacting, no bonding, just the job at hand. But something about the crying echoing in the distance pulled at his heartstrings, causing him to stop in his tracks. Crispin, apparently oblivious or used to Sep's inconsistencies, kept walking.

They walked, but Sep couldn't escape the crying. Finally, he asked. "Don't you hear that?"

Crispin stopped, turning swiftly as his red eyes pinned the heraldic in place. Something.. strange was happening and Sep couldn't quite pin what it was. The other courser was looking at him like he'd grown a second head, or suddenly transformed into a fascinating insect.. it was weird. "Hear what?"

Sep was uncomfortable. "You.. don't hear it?"

The eye contact was broken when Crispin's pale ears swiveled. "No."

"Someone's crying. Been crying."

The silence stretched between them, uncomfortable and tight. Finally, Crispin spoke. "Yes," his voice was soft, maybe resigned. "I do hear it."

It sounded like a lie. "We go."

"After you."

Sep was already turning on his rear hooves and heading back into the dungeons, and Crispin was quick to follow. The heraldic was left with the sensation that maybe Crispin still couldn't hear it...