To be honest, Romeo was scared shitless. This is what killed his brother, now he was here next. His palms didn't feel cold or clammy, but a sticky-hot of the blood on his hands as he held him like a child while waiting for the medics. 

He listened with a soft detachment, he was trying to take it all in and remember to breathe. They met her, then they met him, then they were alone. He looked over everyone from the shorted position in the group and tried to speak. 

[color=f6989d]"It's a game... He said there were limiters to keep the machines from getting hurt, that has to mean us too. Just this time, its only a game. So lets do what we do best, let's play a game."[/color]

Alright, so that one wasn't one for the history books. It didn't have to be. It was to shake off the bone shaking fear of something that was going to drive one of them to suicidal death. He tried to remember some quote about 'Courage not being the one to step up, just not back down.' But he didn't know it enough to say it right now.