Surrounded on all sides by the black essence that Adarius had produced, Matthieu could feel his movement becoming steadily more limited. He could still faintly hear the maniacal monologue from outside of his prison. His only option was to close his eyes, and hold his breath, as the disgusting substance grew ever tighter. As he waited, he struggled to fight against fleeting images from his past, which rushed inexplicably to the forefront of his mind. Then, groaning through sealed lips, he summoned up all of his vampiric might, and shattered the walls of sludge, sending fragments in every direction. Picking the remainder from his face and body, and smoothing his clothes, he stepped forward, coughing as breath rushed back to him. His eyes opened, and he seemed briefly frustrated. Rushing forward, he delivered a punch to Adarius' right cheek, followed by a hard kick to his chest. Durant took a step back.

"Interesting abilities. Though you should be careful, peering into another's past like that. You may see more pain and sorrow than you could have imagined. Absorbing such emotions can be destructive to one's own mind."