That made him stiffen some and he coughed slightly at what the troll was saying to him. It was his, he didn't care what the little thing told him. Jareth told him it was for him, and he'd never lie to him, ever. At least, he had that hope stashed away in his head. Please don't hint that you're capable of lies. He didn't want for it to happen, the thought that Jareth would be able to lie to him worried and almost sickened him. Now, he was running back to where he came, across the isle in which he had started, and bolted down the right direction in the other side.

Holding that Crystal in his pocket, now, he charged forward, hopping over limbs that reached out to make him fall. The next turn he took was a left, then another left, a right, another right, and then he went straight for as long as he figured he should. The labyrinth stretched on and on forever, it seemed, but he didn't mind running it for at least a while. Yawning and stretching after a moment, needing a break after running, he looked around to try and get his bearings. Then, all of a sudden, he was hit by an amazing idea. These walls were solid rock...

He had enough experience climbing fences and other sorts of barriers to get upon one of the walls and at least have a look to see where he was going and if he was even going in the right direction. The wall held enough width to it for him to be able to walk comfortably on it, and he was good when it came to walking on little areas. Step, step, step, tap, tap, tap. The toes of his converse hit the concrete easily, and he even hopped from wall to wall, using an unfair way to get to his own destination.