The sound is distorted here and trying to find his baring is...a trial. Yet not one he intends to let get in their way. They're here as a united front, an unyielding force of determination against something that promises to dance and doge from them.

Still, it's hard to focus on that, on the space around them, while the fire roars outside. He can't feel it in these halls, but he remembers the scorched air and choking smoke. How he'd walked through it without consideration for himself or care for those who clawed their way through molten debris. Most of the screams are outside. They're the same ones in his nightmares. This nightmare.

Jaeger's hand at his arm is centering and he takes one off his glaive to lay it over top and squeeze in gratitude. "It is disorienting on purpose...but it is a dream, yes? We can shape it now, will the environment to bend as we need." In theory, anyway. Garner was not...especially good at it himself, but he was good at rationalizing, and that seemed to help.

He takes a step down the corridor where the echo follows, the house's dilapidated (or broken maybe?) surroundings making for an eerie stage. "This place is yours, isn't it?"