Emporio, Flowey says. So it’s all Anasui’s fault then, even if he keeps that to himself. No disagreement about that kid being too smart for his own good though. Bigby can only hope he’s mostly a good influence on Flowey otherwise. With a sharp exhale, he blows a bit of fur out of his eyes, only to wince at the sharp pain his chest. A blast like that taking the wind out of him really puts things into perspective.

Caught up in his own head, he’s quiet even when Flowey hands him a berry, taking it with his back still turned. Bigby almost doesn’t want to eat it, as if he should just be able to push through and save their rations for the real fight, but this isn’t the time. There’s more than just himself to worry about. He takes each bite slowly, tensing the more Flowey goes on until he snaps back with a low growl: “No.”

And that’s all the consideration he’ll give to going back. From the look on Bigby’s face, it’s obvious Flowey’s not the only one with unfinished business. He starts to scarf the rest of the berry down with a small shudder. If they don’t make it now, they never will, but suddenly his ears start to twitch. He looks up and around, the echoes of beating wings bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck,” he huffs under his breath without thinking, before quickly shooting Flowey a glare to say don’t repeat that. A burst of air passes through. Something just used Tailwind to make up some distance. “Y-you hear that?”