[color=Deepskyblue][center]Aiden Cross[/center][/color]

Aiden waved goodbye as Namashiya walked off, his smile dropping the moment she as out of sight. Frozen orbs of cold contempt started after her, tiny sparks bursting into existence around him for a few moments, before he took a breath to calm himself. After a while of silent staring, he'd run a hand through his hair, a low, hollow laugh making it's way from him.

[color=Deepskyblue]"Hmph . . . you'd hardly think she was anything more than a lowly Professor, albeit one with a pretty face.[/color] Aiden said, his lower lip suddenly finding itself trapped between to rapidly clenching sets of teeth, pressing down harder and harder with each passing second.  [color=Deepskyblue][i]It's actually a bit sickening how she squanders the power she's been gifted with. So much so that I'm severely tempted to educate her how one should use power.[/i][/color]

It wasn't until Claire put a hand on his arm that Aiden was jarred out of his head, quickly turning his gaze to glare at her, only to see the outstretched hankercheif. Feeling his lip, he realized that he had bitten down so hard that the flesh of his lip had split, staining his chin, and more importantly his rather expensive shirt, red with blood. Snatching the cloth, he quickly dabbed it to the wound, raising an eyebrow as his lip began to tingle and itch a bit. Upon further inspection, he found that the wound had been healed after a few dabs of the cloth, which seemed to shimmer ever so slightly on closer inspection.

A side long glance was cast towards Claire, but no words were said. The hankercheif was returned to her, and Aiden began to make his way towards the viewing platform. Within moments, they arrived in a rather nice viewing room, cushioned seats, a little mini-bar stocked with all kinds of nice wines, beers, and sodas to enjoy. Not in the mood to drink, Aiden simply took his seat, looking out the window towards the arena where all the students were gathered. He watched as that woman gave a speech about the responsibilities of Espers, something that earned a short bark of laughter from the Movie star. [color=Deepskyblue][i]What a ridiculous sentiment, and what a droll way of presenting it. And yet I don't doubt she believes every word of it. I wonder, what stance she'd have if she'd been one of those unlucky souls who had to go through hell to get their abilities. If she had to fight tooth and nail to gain every scrap of power she had, rather than have it given to her because she was born lucky. Would she still care for others like now . . . or would she be closer to me?[/i][/color]

[color=Deepskyblue][i]A fun thought to ponder.[/i][/color]

With a sigh, he turned to Claire, who was sitting next to him and looking at the screen with a look of such intense focus, Aiden couldn't help but smile. Without warning, he reached out a poked her on the cheek. This broke her focus instantly, causing her to look at Aiden with an incredulous and somewhat red face, before she quickly smacked his hands away with a huff. Azure ice stared into her head with such chilling indifference, it sent shivers down her spine, but she held firm. Eventually, Aiden turned his eyes back towards the Arena, wondering if anything of significance had happened.