It had been encouraging to know that Justin wasn't a particularly reckless individual and the weight of worry lifted a little with that knowledge. He was often enthralled by reckless, enthusiastic people though it was never in an envious fashion. He didn't wish to have that boldness or that arrogance, he didn't wish to be anything special at all when it came down to it. The most special thing about him had always been his imagination and his penchant for tales but that wasn't a quality that won wars. He was the guy they sent to write ballads for the battles that waged, he wasn't the knight that engaged in them. Honestly that was what confused him the most when Delta closed the conversation. Could he shove back at all? He wasn't so sure. He wasn't a fighter and he tried to make that crystal clear, he didn't want any person to get the wrong idea about him. 

There wasn't a fire in his chest somewhere that was just waiting to be fed and there wasn't any anger hidden behind his eyes, he was genuinely more miserable than angry about this. The world could shove him all it wanted to but he wasn't going to try to stop it, if anything he was going to fall over and let the world kick him in the ribs a few times. He was pretty sure the world already had kicked him in the ribs a few times and he had just took it. 

[i]He had no self preservation-Jesus, this was pitiful.[/i] 

He had never fought anyone, the only fights that had ever found him had ended with him being floored and dazed with confusion about being floored. He remembered one very bad one where he'd been clocked in the nose and he'd almost started crying when he'd found blood on his hand after touching it. He was kind of a horrible wimp and he wasn't sure if any training could lift that.

His father had often told him that if he just let things happen then they would keep happening, he'd been sort of right. This had followed Carson throughout his life and it had followed him right to this point, he just didn't want to bite back. He wasn't sure that he was the right person to bite back and he didn't want to create himself a delusion that he was. He couldn't get past the pressure of being expected to push life back and suddenly that was churning in his head. It was definitely not as troubling as the situation as a whole and he felt he could push past it, he just needed to find some peace with it. If they expected him to toughen up then they would have a problem on their hands but he would try as best he could.

It was strange to make any sort of commitment with himself and he felt a little disgruntled by it, he wasn't going to procrastinate anything here, he was actually going to try. It was a buzzing thought and he barely heard Sayuri when she started to lead the pack out of the cafeteria. He stumbled to his feet and hurried after them without glancing back to Delta or Epsilon. Honestly, he hoped Epsilon took a seat as he'd suggested, he didn't want his wound to bust open. Shaking free of his thoughts, he realized Sayuri seemed to be pretty pissed at Justin's choice of words and he raised his eyebrows as she stalked off. He couldn't even think to get a word out before she was gone and he was left staring in appall.

Glancing towards the remaining individuals, he swallowed slightly, "[color=00a651]So, where to? Like, I could try to navigate this myself but there's a good fifty fifty chance of me finding a good lot of nothing. I was always kind of hopeless with finding things.[/color]"