"Fought by anybody? Oh, no, I didn't...almost everyone just sort of--hid away." And indeed, Lucas looks perfectly intact and unscathed upon any closer sort of inspection. Now that the notion's brought up, though, he pauses and rubs one of his arms a bit. "Though, I actually...almost got into a fight with a boss, I think. A king? He was a little ways off from here...but, I think I managed to put that off."

He sounds audibly relieved about this, too. Fighting had never been part of the plan, here--but apparently he'd scraped closer to genuine danger than he'd actually realized, as Frisk's explanation sinks in. Even if he'd suspected it already, Lucas's eyes still widen at the words.

"But wait...so they really do? They all think it's--not a game?" He draws forward a bit, glancing around uncertainly and voice hushing. "...I don't think I've ever heard of something like that? But that doesn't make sense...why's it only just you, do you know?" Lucas pauses, looking back down the long empty path he'd come now. "There's definitely ways in and out, yes...every game has them. Should have them? I got here through an, elevator--that one over there?"