Julian is an action-driven person, usually. When in trouble, there's always something that can be put to good use, even if it is only his own sharp elbows and knees. But here, as the darkness begins to close into absoluteness, Julian feels an itch of helplessness seep through him. He had followed Daniel's example, keeping one hand against the wall for guidance, sliding his feet forward in an almost-shuffle to keep himself from falling into or off anything, trying to keep a mental note of any changes in texture or temperature of the rock or air around him.

"Damn," Julian says at Daniel's proclamation, and sighs as he comes up behind him. "Well, so much for that idea. At least we'll be heading back towards the light! I'm turning around now, going to follow the opposite wall in case we missed a turn-off somewhere."

But that idea lasts all of three seconds when the rumbling begins. In the darkness, it seems deafening, as if it is the only thing that exists.

"Damn!" Julian says again, because maybe it will help. This is it, isn't it? This is where he finds out what it's like to die horribly in a dream and wake up on the other side. Even knowing that there is another side though, Julian's body won't let him just stand still and accept it. His body is screaming at him to survive even as his brain is screaming that it will all be over soon if he would just stop struggling and let himself awake up already.

"I guess we're running again!" Julian says, raising his voice to be heard, letting go of the wall's safety and beginning to sprint. "If we don't make it," which seems a bit pessimistic, but Julian feels like he can't really be blamed for that, "It was truly a pleasure! Even some of the running and almost dying bits!"