[center][h3][color=cyan]ใ€Ž๐•Š๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃใ€[/color][/h3][/center] [center][img]http://i65.tinypic.com/28hztyw.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / โ„‚๐•’๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค / / ๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜ [/color][/center][hr] Sander woke up once during the night, when it first started to thunder. Only then did he remember how long it had been since he last heard that noise. Funny, but it was one of the rare things he didnโ€™t miss at all. Just noises, grating on the nerves. So he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. The rest of the night passed peacefully enough, at least until guards burst into the room to wake him and Christmas up again. At least they gave him time to use the bathroom and wake up a bit. As they were ushered out of the suite, Sander had just enough time to grab his blue hoodie. It was the same one he wore on his GZ trips. He wasnโ€™t completely sure, though he could hazard a guess. Another fight. Worry and fear coiled in his guts, but his steps were steady. A small mercy (?). [hr] Sander wasnโ€™t wrong. He would be surprised if he were, really. Why else would they keep him alive, after everything he had done? They wanted his power. Wanted the beast that breathed for war and thrived in slaughter. And so they would get it. But what gave him pause was a simple word. [i]Human.[/i] He looked at the thing of brass and chrome and wondered. Was it still human underneath? Well, [i]was he?[/i] He decided that he didnโ€™t have any answer for both of those questions, so he didnโ€™t think about them anymore. All in all, he just didnโ€™t want to fight humans. He knew that they would have to, eventually. He just didnโ€™t want to. Didnโ€™t want to hurt anyone, because he would like to believe he was more than his power. Yet, he was so willing to throw all of that away for a little blond boy. Funny. Because even when he would like to be more than his power, it was all he had left. The only thing that wouldnโ€™t crumble and fall apart like flakes of dried blood. The only certainty he ever knew. Yeah, funny. But he didnโ€™t feel like laughing. Just more thoughts for him to push into the back of his mind. While Sander didnโ€™t eat breakfast often, Christmas did, so he just hovered around the blond boy, fingers wrapping around a paper cup of black coffee. He wasโ€ฆdistracted though, far too occupied with tracking the sweet scent of mudslides across room. They did mention that Ernie would be in the same team with Christmas, so that meant he would be near his roommate. And Sander didnโ€™t like that. He couldnโ€™t argue with [i]them[/i]. Not with these matters, so he didnโ€™t. To be honest, Sander wasnโ€™t quite sure what to do at all. Wasnโ€™t quite sure if he should do anything, especially out in the field where the blood high twisted his thoughts. Lost in his thoughts, Sander just leaned back into the sofa, staring off into the gloomy weather outside. He barely even noticed Christmas running off.