Cecil stops short at the laughter, surprised at the way it echoes. Sounds do funny things underground, even moreso when you're already afraid. He stands still and keeps quiet, listening for any sigh of approach. The spiders don't make much sound and like to leap out of walls.

But for now, there's nothing coming. Cecil breathes again. Breathing, there's a funny thing.

"Hm, only the usual things. The endlessness of the void, the insignificance of mere existence, the mirrors, the inevitability of death..."