I dont know how to deal with this...

[Darth Vader]

"I was..." he'd nod somewhat at Crona's questioning, still rather taken aback by the youth's unconventional shyness and bright hair which he couldn't tell if it was natural to him or no. What surprised him even more was the spirit that loomed over him, that came out whenever the boy didn't seem to want it to. The temptation to question him on it was a hard one to resist, yet there were bigger things on his mind right now that were confusing the three of them, if you counted the demon Ragnarok. Where were they, specifically? Why were they here? Was there a way out? Jon wouldn't rest until those questions were answered. He'd find a way back home.

Jon's mud brown eyes would slowly follow Crona's gaze to what looked to be... soldiers? It was difficult to tell, yet the armour they wore was unlike anything Jon had ever seen in his life, as was the object they all held in their arms that they cradled almost like a crossbow. They all stood about what seemed to be a second gate, bodies unflinching from their posts as they'd flash a careful glare to everyone who would pass by. It could be a start... Jon would affirm to himself in his mind as he contemplated whether approaching them directly was a smart move or not.

Jon glanced back down as Crona spoke, their eyes meeting for some moments before Jon would take a few steps forward, waving a hand for Crona to follow. "Come on... let's go." he'd say, moving toward the gate guarded by the men in white. As they both neared, he could overhear low murmurs and grumbles coming from the flock of guardsmen.

'More primes, eh?"
"Mrmm... two of 'em."

Jon raised his brow somewhat, before outstretching a palm in Crona's direction, ushering him backward somewhat. "Stay behind me... I've got this." he'd say, eyes turning back to meet the guardsmen, or more specifically, the lone guardsman that was walking right toward them...