When Blue put her hand on his shoulder, Lex pressed his lips to her fingers. He appreciated what she was doing. It might be considered blindly optimistic -<span style="font-style: italic">heh, blind...</span>- but it was refreshing to be around someone that didn't constantly curl themselves into a corner over the bestiality of the human race, and whatever the<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>Elias was. "It's nice, yeah," he admitted. The words 'for now' hung on the tip of his tongue, but he let them be. There was no reason to bum Blue or Marcus out over the idea that Elias could just... take his sight away. Again. The thought made him nauseous.<br/><br/>Elias had called himself a<span style="font-style: italic">god.</span>What the fuck were they supposed to do about that?<br/><br/>The whisper of Blue's breath against his ear brought Lex's thoughts back under his control. He didn't say anything back, he just rolled his head slightly to kiss her cheek. She shouldn't have thanked him. It was obviously his fault that they were in this situation to begin with, according to Elias. Movement out of his periphery caused Lex to turn his head the other way, watching carefully as Marcus got up from his bed. The younger Ascolani walked warily, like he was worried one of the incredibly clean floor tiles would trigger a bomb or something. The door at the end of the room had a small glass window at about eye-level. If Lex had to guess a number and a type, he'd have supposed that there was probably three inches of polycarbonate bullet-proof glass separating them from the hallway. About halfway down the door, there was a small opening - for slipping trays of food through, most likely. They were in here for the long haul.<br/><br/>Marcus cupped his hands around his eyes and peered through the window of the door. "There's nobody out here...," he mumbled, more to himself than to Lex or Blue. He knelt down, looking through the tray slot, and Lex's own attention diverted somewhere off to the side at the hint of a small<span style="font-style: italic">wrrrh</span>coming from his right.<br/><br/>"Marcus," he warned as he stared down the camera that was trained right on his brother, monitoring his actions. Marcus turned his head in response and then followed Lex's gaze, slowly rising to his feet and taking his hands off of the door - just in case. He kept his hands at his sides, palms outstretched, and looked up. Slowly, one by one, all of the cameras in the room trained on Marcus. There were four that Lex saw, one at each corner, but something told him that there were probably more.