Having one's redstone blow up is bad.
Having one's redstone blow up in company is worse.
Having one's redstone blow up so badly that they and said company fall into a previously-unmapped cave that tumbles all the way down to deepslate is Not Ideal.
Watching that company sit up, shake his head, look at his hand in utter bewilderment and then look at you, his previously blue eyes edge to edge black, and says, "Well shit, Doc, you knocked me loose!" is- certainly something.
"...apologies?" Doc asks cautiously, torches set down and sword out because they can both hear the mobs spawning in the dark.
"I mean it's weird," the Skizz who isn't Skizz says, getting out his own sword and swinging it expertly in his right hand (isn't Skizz left handed?) "and it's definitely not good- NOOTCH!"
The SWIS darts out and comes back into the torchlight in a single lunge, and Doc sees the puff of particles that indicates a dead mob.
"-caus' it means we got hurt enough to respawn and didn't respawn," SWIS concludes. "and that doesn't happen a lot."
Doc watches his friend carefully as he widens their torch safety area.
"It's you." He says, remembering a thousand half-finished mutterings, a seemingly never ending stream of 'it's a good idea, no, yes, I'm doing it, no I'm nots' . Strange, sure, but easy to get used to as Impulse had promised, just 'Skizz being Skizz'.
There was apparently an asterisk at the end of that description.
SWIS grins a little too wide, his teeth a little too white and perhaps it's just Doc's imagination but they look sharp. "It's-a me!" he says in a passing attempt at Super Mario.
It was right there. It's been right there, the entire time. Skizz hadn't been being fanciful or vague. 'I'm trying to communicate better with Shadow'.
"That's my name don't wear it out- CREEPER-!" Shadow lunges past Doc in a viperfast move, knocking the creeper clear before it can blow and create one of the chain reactions in Doc's own body that are so damnably inconvenient. He shakes the green mossy goo off his sword. "Weird. Usually Skizz'd be back by now. Or Impulse would be yelling. Let's get upstairs again and see what we can do about that, yeah?"
"Yes," Doc murmurs, already thinking, already planning, already trying to figure out how he's going to phrase more than a few things to Impulse Esvey, the sneak. "Let's."