[Clementine. Kanaya. Those are nice names. Not... ha ha, not that he's really got time to make useless small talk like that. He's more than a little alarmed that Clementine is so... so ready for action? That he's seeing someone so close to his age talk so frankly about shooting people with a gun. It's not out of character for humanity, maybe, considering how his limited experiences with it have gone, but it's still...

It doesn't have to be like that. They can get away without killing. He knows they can. He can't go back to "kill or be killed." He's not Flowey yet.]

No. Last thing I remember is having a strange dream, then... suddenly, I'm here. I never planned to go up to the surface ever again, let alone... um... let alone to a monkey town?

[Was that dream... more than just a dream? The Storyteller had seemed awfully nice. Why would they go and drop Asriel into mortal danger?

No time to think about that, either. He hands the hatchet to Clementine, then kneels down at the opposite end of the cage. He doesn't weigh very much, but it should help keep it at least a little bit balanced while they work, and... those two monkeys are bound to see what they're doing. Someone has to keep them distracted.]

As soon as they notice we're escaping, I'll start firing magic. I don't think I can hit very hard... but I can keep them away from the winch, at least.