The entire time, well-thoughts kept running threw his mind. Every moment he tried to ask hawks a question, just what the sight that was so horrifying he couldn't even describe it, but.. he just couldn't. He chocked on his own words, just worried out of his damn mind.
The smell just, got to him. He never, never enjoyed these sorta of smells. His stomach began to...curn?...Whatever fancy word for sick lol-, His hand clenched on the feather slightly, the sheer cries for help, and the.. actually insane people there just made him uncomfortable. There was bound to be one ACTUALLY bad person there, but regardless-he walked further. He had one thing on his mind, and whatever he had to do to get to it, he would.