[This was an easily escaped failure, but it would've been an oversight not to try. Wash throws in alongside his (former) (dead) (buried) teammate, for what little it's worth, bracing his shoulder against the stone barrier to put what little of his upper body strength he can behind the effort to just shift it, even an inch.]
[Nothing. Not even a groan, or the grind of stone on stone.]
Youuuu don't think...
[He glances back at the buttons, then at the barrier.]
I mean, that's got to be what those things are, right?
no problem at all! i'll backtag forever tbh
[Nothing. Not even a groan, or the grind of stone on stone.]
Youuuu don't think...
[He glances back at the buttons, then at the barrier.]
I mean, that's got to be what those things are, right?