He stares at him. "...how many days were you stuck down there?" He ventures as he sets his drink down. For now. He keeps it close. He has a feeling he's going to want to drink more. The daemons had been awful looking as it was. He can still recall how his arm how glowed with blue silver light.

The bayard's shapes in there had been the same ones Zarkon used. He assumes that's because of how he'd seen Zarkon use it and not the bayard itself making commentary. Shiro shoves those thoughts aside. "Maybe the original Jabberwock down there had wings but, over time...?" That's a bit sad but at the same time.

Yeah. Thinking along these lines reminds him there is a time limit on his friend's life that's horribly short. He puts it aside as gently as he can manage. "Anyway, it sounds like an ancient prison or trap for the daemons."