[England cannot talk about it; it looks as though there is some block, something physical. (At least, the way he is acting, it seems that way. The hand on the throat...) He wonders, for a moment, if it was CERES; the thought brings an anger to the surface he's not felt in many years. Quelling it takes a moment, but he manages it.]

You don't have to talk about it anymore. For now... [He casts his eyes toward where he came in.] There are a few mysteries to solve. For one, what dropped us here? For two, what is upward from here?

--Goddess, I am thirsty.