[Oh sure, they hear that bit about loyal followers and everything, but Morph is too determined to get the hell out of there to slow down. Their only real warning about what's about to happen is the sudden drop in temperature - and then there's ice forming right over the crack that was their one chance at escape. Morph runs into the ice head-first, with a wet thunk as they half-splatter against the obstacle, the tiny mouse-body quickly reforming from off-white goo before they scramble back in the opposite direction.

This was bad. Morph was running out of ideas; it seemed like the creepy masked-guy had enough different powers at his disposal to counter everything Morph could pull off. Even if they shifted to another muscular form and tried busting the wall down, the yokai could just use the lasers and chains again. All they were really accomplishing was to wear themself out faster with every attempt.

Morph scampers up onto a mostly-intact part of the floor before shifting again, growing back to their natural humanoid form. They're still looking a little melty, and now they're out of breath too, eying the yokai suspiciously. They're trying to stay defiant but there's some definite fear mixed in, thanks to their growing realization of just how outclassed they were.]

What, are you practicing your villain speeches, too? I don't know anything, and I'm not going to sit here and let you beat me! We shouldn't be doing this - there's a lot of other people out there that'll be coming for us.

[In Morph's mind, becoming gnosia mixed in all too well with being a mutant, being hunted. The world had always been out to get them, and now it had only gotten worse.]