[It probably won't take much to prod him into toeing the line. Prudence is still new to him, and he's not used to it yet. The timer really is just the limit of his patience— so, not long.]

No. But just 'cause they weren't up there doesn't mean they're not down here. This place is kinda... y'know....

[He shrugs a little, searching for the right word. It's hard to articulate, mostly because he doesn't know what this place is; it just seems important? valuable? sacred? He isn't sure.

He lets himself focus less on the monolith and more on the structure of the room, following the high walls up, up, up. If it had been his family putting up the defenses, none of them would have gotten through the door. Through that lens, he finds the best way to describe it he can think of:]

Seems like it'd be something worth protecting.

[It just doesn't make sense to him that it wouldn't be.]