And Dandelion just scoffs at that. Afraid? Please. This is the tunnel of love, not the tunnel of nekkers or other unending horrors. Granted, he would straight up not enter the tunnel of other unending horrors but that doesn't matter here and now!

"I'm not afraid," he clarifies, "there's just no point. It's like...getting into a fistfight. You just can't do it by yourself. And if you tried, it'd end up sad and pathetic looking."

Not that Dandelion's ever really planned on getting into a fist fight (accidents don't count), but the metaphor still stands!