"No idea," Rai and Raez chorus.

"The agreement we all have in this friendship circle is the three of us don't ask about backstories," Rai says with enthusiasm, possibly to induce an ironic effect, "or any part of them."
"Yeah," Raez says, mimicking the cyber agent's tone perfectly.
"It's so if we ever get caught and tortured, we actually don't know anything," Rai says, toning up the enthusiasm. "This is more applicable on Raez's and my side than Wiley's, because on Wiley's side, we just don't really want to know and he doesn't want to share."
"Yeah," Raez says again, bumping up the enthusiasm in his tone as well.
Not gonna lie, these two are weird.

"You're exempt," Rai says, "for now." 
"Wait, why?" Raez asks.
"'Cause," Rai answers vaguely. 
The hallway is really slanting out. It looks like there's going to be multiple branching-out things happening soon.

Rai stops too, though Raez just slows down by a whole heck of a lot. 

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"We can't get lost," Raez says with confidence.

The hallway over on the right expands the more they go into it. This place sure is designed weirdly. Though, considering their likely designer...then it's not that strange. 

Lots of twisty twisty angles.
"You know, I feel like past Wiley designed this place to try to make people dizzy," Raez mutters to Rai. "Or is it just me?"
"Sounds like him," Rai mutters back. 
At one point, they do reach a point with a smattering of rooms around, though all the doors are closed.
Not gonna lie, it might have been creepy for Dion if Raez and Rai weren't around right now.

"It's a maze," Rai agrees, "except if you keep your hand on the right-hand side, you get more lost."

"Your choice is my choice," Rai says, "but your choice is to not make a choice, so I'm not making one either. Raez?"
"Slick way of making me decide," the pirate half-complains. He stops and crosses his arms. "That way. Just because it looks like it'll make mealtime come faster."
"Logic," Rai agrees.

"No problem," Rai says as he directs a smirk to Raez smartly.
"No thanks to you," Raez says loudly to Rai with a fake frown before starting forwards again.
Rai just puts his hands up, making his voice follow Raez. "Oh, come on. You like making decisions."
"I do???"

"It's a gamble!" Raez shouts as he throws a door open. 
Oh look, a table, a huge pile of chairs stacked on top of each other.
"It's a win!" the pirate exclaims. "I did mention I bet a gold piece, right?"
"We don't have that," Rai says, speaking for both himself and Dion, peering into the room in a curious manner, "and no, you didn't."
"Ah, dang it," Raez says, slouching his shoulders dramatically before squaring them again and walking into the room. "Hmm, where's the lights?"

"Ya mine it," Raez responds. "With a shovel," he adds. "Or, a fork. And if you get your hair long enough, you can sell it, so yes, you do."
Bruh.

Unlike Wiley, neither Raez nor Rai repeat the strange noise.
Rai flips the lights on. They don't flicker before turning on, offering zero transition whatsoever, kind of like most of Wiley's dialogue. 
Geez, those lights are blinding; however, Raez and Rai both don't comment. Maybe they've been blinded so much they're used to it.

"There we go!" Raez exclaims, setting down the bags he's been holding with an audible plop. 

"I'd hope so," Rai states, pulling out chairs from the stacks and maneuvering them over to where he thinks they intend to sit.