Oh. No, they're still being used. Back home.

[He'd inadvertently started using the past tense when it came to back home.

Possibly because at some point he'd started accepting the possibility that he wouldn't be back for a while, if ever. Death peeks around every corner here, fleet-footed and soft-fingered, and despite all his idealism there's a part of him that recognizes reality. They'll look for a way out of here.

They'll have to sacrifice to find it. But for tonight... they've managed to sacrifice a doll. Go team.]

I don't know which forest is more dangerous.

[The one here is a lot less friendly somehow even when it doesn't try to eat you.]