Andre forced himself to breathe deeply for possibly the hundredth time on this trip, and like each time before, it barely did anything for his nerves.
It wasn't the first time he had fought - there had been Ignatius - and it wasn't the first time he'd been in mortal danger - there had been Owen - but that didn't make it any easier. Oh, right, and it
was the first time that he had to go through both of those things while also needing to make sure he didn't feel
too bad or some kind of demonic force would take away his rational thought. And if the Wandering Light was coming and bestowing Radiance upon them like he'd been told she would, he'd have to worry about that, too. Radiance was crucial in fighting against Shadow opponents, but it was something one could lose themselves to just like with Shadow... so should he try to wield it on purpose or not? Andre was nothing if not driven, and if being driven was what fueled Radiance, how was he going to stop himself from burning up?
Maybe he should just stay back and support the others through energy like he'd done during the battle with the mayor. It's not like he was very good at attacking, anyway, having only trained a few times, alone.
He glanced around again, eyes lingering on his allies for only fleeting moments. It sure would have been nice to talk to someone about this, but he didn't feel like he had the
right. Not when he'd possibly -
oh, stop fucking kidding yourself, most certainly - leaked their secrets to the enemy. At least he hadn't said anything about Terminal Two.
"Oh, and I got some jasmine here to help with anxiety, if any of y'all want me to pass ya some," he said, pulling out a small vial with a clear liquid and a cork top. Based on the light clanking of glass with each step, it was clear that wasn't the only thing in his bag of tricks.
Andre hesitated for a moment, but realized soon that he shouldn't miss a single chance to fortify his mind against Shadow. He trotted next to Ghaspius. "I'd like some, please," he said, extending a vine.