Kevin opened his mouth to respond, but he quickly loses the will to argue with this brother. Kevin closed his mouth, and after several moments, opened it again to speak. "Mike, this is pointless to argue. We don't know which way leads to our freedom or to more... choices." Mike shrugged his shoulder and looked away. Kevin bit his lip, hating to argue with his twin. He hates even more at a time like this, since they could not walk away from each other to cool down like they had in the past. "Look, we can discuss this later. It is a moot point now on whether we choose to leave or hope for the best if we stay. Both doors look the same!" Mike took a deep breathe, with little resistance from his twin this time. At least the argument managed to somewhat synchronize their breathing, so they weren't fighting against each other for air. "Kevin..." Mike started. He felt the nails of his hand digging into their skin; he hadn't realized that he had been squeezing his fist so tightly. Mike slowly relaxed the right hand and tried to start again. "I just want to get out... I..." The snake situation had really gotten to him. The fear of almost being eaten really held him tightly.
Seeing the fear in Mike's blue eyes, Kevin felt hurt to see his brother so scared. "Mike... as soon as the closest opportunity arrises, we'll get out. I promise we'll get out. Whether we're... stuck like this or not; I promise that we'll escape." Kevin awkwardly wrapped his arm across their broad torso, lightly gripping their right shoulder in what some could see as a self-hug. "We'll get out, and we'll get this psycho put in jail." It was kind of weird for himself to be reassuring his twin. In their relationship, Mike was usually the one who bolstered his confidence. But, it seemed to work. Mike turned away from his brother, to hide a tear that he quickly wiped off his face. Turning back, he cleared his throat. "Yeah, we'll get this guy." Mike took another deep breathe before hugging his brother back. "Since we're one technically guy now, let's agree the right door must be, the not right door," Mike said as he pointed to the left door. Kevin smiled at his brother's lame joke. "Yeah, sure." The brothers took their time walking towards the left door. They still had not adjusted to coordinating their movements in a normal walking fashion. Kevin placed his hand against the wall, to support their weight. When they passed through the doorway, it sealed shut behind them. For a few seconds, it was pitch black. Both boys nervously stood still, expecting the worst as they see a bright light at the end of the long hall way.