"And you, Jericho? Thank you for your assistance today. You know who you're supposed to report to." Jericho look towards the instructor and gave an acknowledging nod before he heads off away from the students towards his own room in another part of the Garden. He'd made his report on the way back, and only needed to request a transfer from his current unit. [i]Good riddance for me. Someone was always getting in the way.[/i] Deciding to instead get the transfer request filed, Jericho instead headed for the nearest office to find out where he'd need to go. Six people and an hour and a half later, the request was filed and Jericho back in his own room.

Removing the scythe from it's position on his back, it's placed in the weapons rack before Jericho turns on some music and gets into the shower. He stands in it for twenty minutes, going over how things had gone in the mission and the near total destruction that Dollet now faced. Had he done the right thing, destroying the com tower? [i]Guess that's one of those things that only time will tell.[/i] Getting out and drying off, he changed into more casual clothes, khakis, a white muscle shirt under a black t-shirt and completed with a slightly tattered cloak that fit with the rest of the ensemble. Grabbing his combat boots and putting them back on, he lounged in his bed and flicked on the TV, only half listening to the shows he rapidly clicked through.