Data: That was what Matthew collected. His mind created new eyes and ears for him that no one could see while he informed Miguel of his findings. The older twin slowly placed names with faces and powers, familiarized their voices, picked up unguarded thoughts, and assessed the ways they could be used as allies or fought as enemies. However, this process shut him out from the moving world and rendered his body immobile while he collected; Miguel had to guide his body along and sit him down in the elevator while Matthew kept observing. Their group was a strange and interesting one, given what he had gathered from each person's appearances, abilities, and personalities. But, then again, everyone was strange and interesting here, and the Garcia twins were no exception. 

[i]The one with the tech piece is very interesting.[/i] Matthew noted. 

[i]Yeah, he could be good if we need someone smarter than you.[/i] Miguel jabbed.

[i]Quiet, Miguel; we're concentrating.[/i] Matthew's face unconsciously scowled to match his tone. 

[i]Dude, the elevator is stopping.[/i] his brother warned. 

[i]What?[/i] Matthew reentered reality and consciously blinked his eyes. When the woman entered and gave her breaking speech, he could slowly sense feelings of defeat, fear, and doubt, radiating from the others on the elevator, even from himself and Miguel. They had picked the wrong place to hide from the rest of mankind, and now they would have to stay together even more to survive the hellhole this Second Academy promised to be. 

[i]We'll survive.[/i] Matthew thought, unsure if he was addressing his twin or reassuring himself. [i]We have to.[/i]

Matthew had stopped collecting when the hallway opened up for them. He walked forward almost unflinchingly with Miguel by his side; they seemed like Miguel was guarding Matthew from the eyes and mouths of the older "students." Inmates, more like. Matthew could sense what they felt, and he got angry too. He was no animal to be consumed, and he wouldn't be gazed upon by these others who acted like that was the case.

The esper unconsciously threw his emotions outward like a wave of anger and dread, filling it with the darkest nightmares and most terrifying images he could draw from the recesses of his mind. It would be felt by the others in about a minute; only Miguel was safe from his silent barrage. 

[i]I'm going to talk to someone. Someone silent, someone alone.[/i] Matthew announced to his brother.

[i]You could at least use your voice this time.[/i] Miguel replied, referring to the cords Matthew only used for singing. 

[i]I am.[/i] Matthew replied. This was his voice now, but Miguel still believed in the power of the spoken word. Dismissing this notion, Matthew moved his gaze to a girl who had remained silent for the trip, who appeared nervous at the prospect of not returning from this prison, or at emerging less than what she was before. Matthew felt the same way, he supposed.

Reaching out to her, Matthew spoke first with the power of his will, transcending the limitations of spoken word to create pure communication.

[i]Hello there; I'm Matthew.[/i] He greeted. [i]My brother and I are walking a little ways ahead of you. I'm the shorter one in the black hoodie. Are you alright?[/i] 

Matthew was indeed wearing a black hoodie, while Miguel wore a white one. Both boys wore jeans with a belt around their hips and athletic tennis shoes on their feet; Matthew also wore a collared blue shirt while Miguel vested himself in a red t-shirt. The older twin had his hands in his pockets, physically drawing into himself, while Miguel played the role of protector and walked a half-step ahead of his more vulnerable sibling. He dragged their luggage alongside him while Matthew carried a backpack filled their personal effects. Both brothers walked with whatever confidence they could manage in front of the Academy seniors: they would not be intimidated by those who were as trapped as them.