"Urgh, can you not keep it down?" A slurred voice piped up right next to the screaming oracle, a familiar groan echoing in the chamber as restraints were lazily tugged at. Now, one couldn't completely fault the slothful demon who had been injected with the same mind numbing drugs meant once long ago to put dogs to sleep. Nerves still numb, the dragon shifted sleepily, failing to turn against the restraints that held him down and every other dragon alike that the scientists had deemed useful. Unabashed by his own apparent nudity, the screams of his bedside companion waking up not just him. All around, the groans started as they began to wake from the merciful sleep of the anesthesia and their scrambled minds, well for those that still had most of their vocal chords intact. Even then, not all groans were accounted and present for. 

  What a silly plot device it would be should all of them be kept in a room together, free to their own devices; though freedom was a relative term considering their many re-enforced restraints and equally numbed minds. Leo was wondering where his comfortable bed was, but was more than willing to fall right back asleep before his senses could fully return to register the pain. Others seemed more panicked, the first showing a restless sign as his numbed fingers scratched against the rough table he was strapped against, a cough wracking his frame the moment he woke and found his mouth full of fluid. Spluttering, he shook, gasping for air and attempting to dry away the water that still clung to his skin. He never thought...that such a simple torture method would be so..effective to some extent. 

  Weakly, his scales flared, the droplets sizzling, but only simmering along his skin it seemed. Finally, he relaxed back against the table, panting at the slight exertion. His skin was still wet, an unusual feeling out of bathing. Blinking, he though to start looking around rather than just trying to break through out of sheer strength. He could only stare up at the ceiling though, the blinding light glaring down at him. Wetting his cracked lips, the air felt painful as he inhaled, hearing the rather inappropriately casual conversations overhead, "Wh-who's there?" Commanding was a hard tone to achieve when it felt like he was cutting his own throat just by breathing. 
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   His brother's hand felt warm in his, almost like how Daddy and Papa used to hold hands. Squeezing him back gently, he nodded at the question, biting his lip. He didn't know all too much how he had been able to emit the mist before in the maze, he had just felt like it when the clouded gases had begun to clog up their breathing. He had just wanted it all to stop and now, he wanted this entire illusion to end. Grasping onto his brother he met his gaze without hesitation even though that could've been a dangerous move, he trusted his brother though and he hoped he would understand when he spoke up, "I don't wanna be hypnotized," That only seem to bring out all the trouble, he didn't know exactly how, but it was an ill thought in ..Path's mind. He wasn't quite sure anymore, he couldn't read much into Papa's mind anymore. There were only increasingly dwindling fragments there and he had no idea what was happening, but he didn't pay too much mind to it now. 

  "Don't hypnotize me okay, Sky? You can hypnotize everyone else, but don't hypnotize me. I trust Sky not to do that." He smiled, a shaky smile, then reached over and pulled Sky into a tight hug. Squeezing his eyes shut, he thought back to the maze and the thick gases that begun to fill the walls. He thought about it and then took a deep breath of what was clean air, huffing and trying to recreate the situation in his mind until he could release the purifying smog once more and disrupt the entire illusion or at least try to, "It is working, Sky?" He asked, keeping his eyes still shut.