Huey gave Louie a long, uncertain look, then sighed. After gesturing for him to follow, he started walking; such was the mindscape that in a blink they were by the iron doors. He gently pushed on one, putting it back on its hinge and shutting it inelegantly.

"The representation of my inner emotions. Pure, unstoppable rage, unreason, chaos. Back when we all hunted the pieces of the Sword of Swanstantine, Lena helped me see my way to harnessing it and controlling it." He shut the other door, letting the scrawled, clawed paint reading The Duke of Making A Mess be fully legible. "She told me that you've gotta accept all the parts of yourself, even the bad ones. I thought I had.

"Guess I hadn't." Which itself was extremely frustrating. At least it hadn't quite spilled out past his mentalscape like had happened a few times back home. Yet.