[ Oh, he'd panicked the whole way through that trip and yet managed to function enough to survive. It's certainly a problem he's had lots of practice with managing, unfortunately, and so when Augustine jests about the heart attack, Bruno only shrugs. ]

Eh, hasn't happened yet.

[ He took a moment after that to turn and look around the balcony. With the candle, searching out the chair — well, stool now, considering the backing is missing — he took a seat there rather than carrying on standing awkwardly. ]

I'm not sure if it's stopped working entirely but I don't have to actively suppress visions anymore. It's been... nice? I guess? Maybe the only nice thing about this place so far.