Is Jonathan really that stupid?

"Ugh… this is not how I imagined myself to die," Dean grumbled, bumping the back of his head against the wall while slumped on the floor. His arms rested over his bent knees, his hair slightly disheveled from trying and failing.

He and Atlas had done their best in breaking the wall. They specifically focused on where they heard the hollow knock, thinking it was the weak spot. But nothing. Even that was all futile.

"And definitely…" Dean slid his eyes to where Atlas was, huffing. "…I never—not even in my wildest imagination—would I have expected that I'd die with you."

Just like Dean, Atlas was a little haggard. Even with enough daily exercise and a proper diet, breaking a wall with just stools was tiring. Atlas also sat on the floor, his back against the laboratory counter, facing the wall where Dean was leaning.

"The feeling is mutual," he said, eyeing the wall.