[@shylarah]Cain cocked his head at a slight angle. None of this seemed to fit together. She wished the man gone, yet she did not. She said something she didn't mean, and for what? What was the sought outcome? He wondered this as he turned to study the look on Amune's face. This was a mix of emotions he couldn't process. The guardsman looked displeased with her too. Cain eyed him, studying him up and down before leaning his head to one side. His neck popped audibly and he returned his head to an upright position. 

"Approximately twenty-six percent of this makes logical sense, and yet you understand it further. You have additional data that I do not, or I would have to learn nothing. The difference between us is merely a matter of information. You understand emotions much like the way I understand how to kill. It is obvious and simple to you when one should listen to such words and when to chastise them, much like it is obvious and simple to me that even in a sitting position, you could never move fast enough to prevent death by my hand." Cain stood, "However, it is such a connection to your emotions that caused your counterpart to inflict unnecessary damage in a sparring session. It is this connection to emotion that has caused you dismay and Amune to be in the state she is now. By this data, I have determined there is greater efficiency in my current state. Nothing is pertinent for me to learn, currently." Cain was as emotionless as ever, but here was some hint of desire in his words. Why had he determined the need to say any of them. The only purpose was to combat the guardsman's earlier comment. This serves no real purpose. So why? 

He took his tray to the dish window and left it there, returning to his seat, but before he could sit down, there was a loud sound from outside, like something very heavy colliding into something solid. The floor shook with the impact.

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Eric scowled at the carriage-sized chunk of rock he had just cast at the men guarding the gate of the academy. He couldn't see it. He couldn't see anything, but the downward triangular runes under his eyes gave him the ability to "see" with earth magic. He could "see" with vibrations. He could "see" the smears of blood that had once been people. He smirked from behind long, white dreadlocks that had fallen in front of his face. "Now, where is this kid?"