"It would be easier if they'd just stay down," Inigo adds.

It's an attempt to try and joke along, but it's hard. There's a certain strain to Inigo's words that's audible, even in the middle of all this chaos. This entire situation is just a little bit too much like home, and it's seriously starting to wear on Inigo.

But he knows he can't give in to this feeling right now. If he gets too distracted, or too emotional, then he'll just be easy pickings.

"I really hope that not--" Inigo pauses, grunting as he stabs the first returning warrior through the stomach, even though he knows the blow will only down it for a moment as he pulls out his sword. "-- not a lot of these particular distortions opened up."

He isn't sure how many he's got the emotional bandwidth to deal with.