[that's not the point, Bradley. Luke just glances to him, head shaking.]

I'm more interested in finding the center itself. Exiting is much easier.

[as they reach an opening in the path, Luke reaches out to run the tips of his claws over one of the long leaves of the foliage, just barely leaving a shiny mark on part of it.]

Keep yourself mindful of the center's direction, and a place like this unfolds easily. Even if you end up at a dead end, it's rarely far off.