"Unfortunately you can't leave this place, the suicidal attempt you almost succeed in doing is the main reason. Let him go and L1453 will explain-" Cassandra'a voice faded as a beeping sound began to come from her lap coat pocket. Adrien tugged her lips down as she fished it out and glanced at the screen, her posture tensing at what her gaze read. Emmitt watched as he effortlessly tugged his hand away from L6841's hold, his head tilting as she straightened and gestured into the room. 

"Good luck..." One of the guards cheerfully stated, gray eyes focused on him as Emmitt moved towards the door. A sigh escaped his lips as L6841's words echoed in his mind, his expression melting into a blank mask. 

[i]"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING DEAD!"[/i] "You might get your wish." He muttered as he half-turned to face the boy that was to be his partner during their stay. He really did look like a kitten, hackles raised and ears pinned against his skull, a soft snort escaped his lips. "You can very well die during this match and some will want you to. Others expect you to live so the next process can begin...I'll have your back." 

He had turned back towards the open doorway and after a few moments he could spot the figures as they swayed from side to side. His arms rose and touched the collar around his neck, a deep breath spilling from his lungs as he half-turns to offer one last piece of advice. "I suggest you come in on your own, these bastards aren't too kind and will shove you in." Focusing forward, he steps into the room and pauses when the room fills the light. His eyes begin to burn and a hiss escapes his lips, he closes them and feels the ache fade until it's just an itch he can't scratch. 

His fingers twtih at his side as he tries to gain a semblance of direction, each exam room having a different set up then the other next to it. He could hear harsh breathing, his head tilting to the side as he mentally pinpoints the location of the two opponents they'd be facing. His hands lift and flex as they form fists, the lights dim but don't lose their unnatural brightness. Emmitt relaxed his tense muscles and focused on listening, he couldn't use his eyes so his other senses would have to do.  He just hoped he'd habe help. [@Briza]