Raylan shook his head, eyes turning back up to Dorian. "We only know where one knife is. Small, ceremonial. Not a perfect match to the ones in my dream. A girl here, Ellie, found it in the tunnels with a bowl of blood. She had a dream too, people bleeding themselves dry down there. I'd rather use other tools than that. Somethin' about it makes me not trust it more than everythin' else. And I don't trust this dream either, I know a trap when I see one." His eyes drifted off into a nothing point on the wall, jaw working back and forth.

"But somethin's gotta give. We're too vulnerable in the dark. No tellin' how long the electricity grid holds up, if we're even left the wires after attacks. We'll be dead if we're left in it too long," he muttered, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.

"Normally, I would ask you if you were sure. Don't make any sense, asking you to do what I'm willin' to. Just know you don't have to and if you beg off, no one is gonna look at you any kinda way." Just in case that was a worry. Raylan doubted it was, but just in case.