[ indeed, one foot after another. descending into the proverbial pit isn't necessarily terrifying to him, but lotor's mind is singularly focused on finding allura. he knows that other paladins ventured into this world, and other people he considers friendly-ish acquaintances, but he would be lying to himself (and, indeed, his team) if he said he cared about anything else more than finding her.

she is likely fine, he tells himself. she is powerful, with or without her astoria-granted abilities. she will be fine.

still, that's worrying. the changing of abilities. and when they reach the depths, before anyone can really say anything, lotor experimentally raises a hand . . . and a nearby empty canister raises a few inches off the ground, before lotor sets it back down with a relaxation of his mind. ]

Everything seems to be working normally . . . whatever that word means, anymore.

[ murmured, as he casts his eyes along the ground, toward the nearest hallway. he feels . . . uneasy. ]

The mood is certainly far worse, down here.