Seth hurts. Hurts in ways he hasn't, even after his more physical TLC matches. He thinks he's been lying prone on the floor for... who know how long exactly, but obviously too long for his hips and spine. He shifts, slowly, and squints around. The area they're in is massive, he can't even see the walls from where he's at, but he can tell by how stagnant the air feels that they're somewhere.

He's just slowly sat up, looking around some more, when his eye locks with first Shinsuke, then Ciampa. Ok, so they're all still together. Figures. He's about to try to move again when there's noise- lots of it, shuffling and groaning, soft voices breathing out distressed noises, and he's trying to figure out where it's coming from- all of the others are still, and quiet, either unconscious or not wanting to cause trouble, hoping against hope to somehow get out of here.

Then he sees them. The outsider Digidestined. The AEW and TNA crew that Luke had worked so hard to bring on, then even harder to be kept safe. They're beat up already, struggling to remain on their feet. If Seth remembers correctly, most of them hadn't managed to digivolve their partners too far before getting restricted from the digiworld. This might be some of their true introductions to the world in years, and...

Seth shuts his eyes tight, murmuring apologizes for yet another failure domino effecting from his team's inability to do anything about Ancient Wisemon. He hasn't felt this devastated in a long...

"Hey, Rollins," Punk's gruff voice greets him, and Seth's head shoots up. "Shut the hell up with the self-blame bullshit, I can hear you thinking it from here." He scoffs and looks down at his trembling hands. "The only blame of what happened to my team falls on my shoulders, and has nothing to do with you."

Seth wants details, the curiosity eating him alive at this, but he thinks now, while they're surrounded by others still suffering, isn't the time. "You got any ideas?"

Punk stares at him, an eyebrow quirked. "Maybe," he says. "Stay tuned."

Seth could bash his head against the wall if he could move in that direction even in the slightest.