...He had managed to do...absolutely nothing. Because he was exhausted and still just a little disoriented. But when he had seen the fault in the situation, it hadn't have mattered; the security guard had fallen forward when an audible 'clunk' sounded from the back of his head. He was certain he had this look of horror on his face from the display.
The guard had a chunk of concrete through the back of his helmet and into his head. When he looked up, Delsin looked just as shocked as he felt.
"...I see you had it all under control, Gameboy. C'mon…" He grabbed at his upper arm and carefully dragged Eugene towards the door. He winced and sluggishly moved. His glasses were partially cracked, but he was still drugged, and his mind could barely comprehend what was going on. He was surprised he had made it as far as he had.
Down a hallway or two, and three more security guards and five cameras later, and Eugene had managed to find his voice. "D..D-Delsin, w-where are we…?" He didn't say anything at first. His brows were furrowed in concentration, like he was trying to be sure that they didn't get captured and locked away again.
"In some holding unit. Where? Dunno." They turned another corner, and Eugene thought he was going to vomit. "Fetch should be around here somewhere...she's off playing 'hero' without us." Words weren't being processed in his head, and he didn't respond because he didn't know how to.
Seemed as though Delsin understood that much, and it was probably because of this blank expression on his face. But he continuously guided him to where they had to go, without hesitation. "Not too much further, I hope. Just...stay together-or, at least, more together than you are now, okay, Eugene?" Still no answer. He was lost in his own little world of his. A relapse, really, of how he had been in the almost same exact position before. Back in confinement. Locked up.
He hadn't even heard Abigail's voice, but when he snapped out of this little world he seemed to be lost in, it was because she had grabbed his shoulders reassuringly and carefully shook him to get him to snap out.
"Wh...huh?" He squinted past the cracks in his lenses, but she didn't seem to mind. She stopped shaking him, but her hands tightened in a reassuring squeeze.
"Deep breaths, Eugene. We're going to be out of here very soon. Delsin's dealing with them."
"He's dealing with..who?" Or, what, he means to ask. Can't seem to be able to do that, though. He still feels so sluggish…
"They're-Shit. I'll tell you later. We need to go." He can feel her pulling his arm over her shoulder, and soon he's being guided, a little too quickly, towards an opening in the broken concrete. Then fresh air on his face, mixed with the blinding light of the sun. Whatever was happening, he was a little too lost to comprehend it, and he wanted nothing more than to pass out and wake up from this nightmare.
But for right now, he's moving as fast as he can in the direction he's being led. Anywhere familiar would be more of a welcomed change than where they just were.