It goes faster if you let it feel good. But that's "bad", isn't it? It hurts your heart. Even a stubborn jerk like you will drown in it eventually!

[The center of town is no better. There aren't zombies there, but the blood is waist deep and filled with floating bits of broken glass in which seconds of memories play in loop. Some of them are memories of a happy childhood, but a lot of them are memories of torture or the original deaths of the people Archer just cut through.

The glass seems to want to gather around Diarmuid rather than attacking Archer, at least.]