He relents in the form of slumping shoulders, retreating back a few steps before turning to face the door instead. He's not entirely sure what to expect, what could be waiting for him on the other side, but he doesn't falter in his movement as he crosses the room deliberately, reaching for the knob and turning.

It takes a second for his eyes to adjust to the shape that he sees, the form that looks like it could very well be made of stone. He takes one step closer, and then another, squinting.

"Oh."