Emma's turn now. She got up in Remy's space, hoping to hell that Jean had a good hold on him. Before he had the chance to test that and reach out for her, Emma's hands were on his temples.
It was hard doing such serious telepathic work like this. They weren't in a safe, quiet environment. That would have been ideal. But Emma was one of the best. She pushed away the rest of the world as she entered Remy's mind.
Death was there. As was Remy. But they were intermingled, amorphous shapes. They needed to be properly separated. This would not be easy. Emma shouted in the brainspace, "Remy LeBeau. Where are you?" She prepared for the attack from Death, not exactly sure what to expect but rather sure that she would be hit somehow.