It's jarring to stumble his way into this space again. All he has to do is smell the air and before he's even opened his eyes? He knows where and when this is. Delta in the back of his mind seizes up in acute panic, retiring himself before York can so much as attempt to calm him. The silence is an eerie reminder of how quietly disturbed Delta had been when they'd fallen through before- but this time?

They are both of them removed enough to not feel quite so rattled. He wanders until that chilling click click click settles in place- and he catches his first, uncorrupted view of Locus as a beast. A monster. Without wires burrowing through his skin he's focused enough to be deeply- viscerally horrified at the sheer wrongness of this shape.