Birkin for one was completely exhausted. Physical activity - especially this much of it - was a foreign thing to him. He really had no clue this whole Persona thing would be so labor-intensive. If Adachi hadn't thought to steal some supplies, they probably would have been in far worse shape then they were right now.

His eyes scanned past the cages and Birkin wished for the millionth time that day that he'd just wake up already and would only need to deal with the remnants of a very, very bad dream. He willed his hands to stop shaking as he walked further into the room. They'd come this far, hadn't they? "You know," Birkin mumbled turning his head to Adachi, "you can still run off at this point. I wouldn't think you were a coward if you did."

He frowned slightly as Stein talked, standing up a bit straighter. "Not a chance in hell. I'm doing this for your own good."