Without disturbance, some of the rage unclenched inside, and Saetan relaxed. As he relaxed, he started to float on the drugged haze instead of being pushed down by it. In this state, it didn't take a particularly long time for him to drift to the surface of the pool, which felt like the Abyss to his weakened senses.

He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as they teared up at the sudden burst of light. There was the distinct physical scent of another male in the room, very faint, but nothing in the way of psychic scent, not even the faint flavor of a landen which he got from most of the others at the Institute. Nothing. Puzzled, he turned his head cautiously to see the rest of the room, his golden eyes narrowing in confusion as he spotted the tall, dark-haired man sitting on the other bed..

How much of the sedatives were still in his system was apparent to him until he tried to sit up and re-encountered the restraints. His rage leapt up again, like a mangy wolf missing half his claws. Saetan growled softly, but stopped struggling as soon as he realized he couldn't free himself. Thoughts danced away, snatched by the haze, but he concentrated on the one thing that was immediate and in his possible grasp.

"Who are you?" That seemed more polite than asking, What are you?