"So you left early too," Mayt would hear behind him. Not too far away, Maddox was leaning against the wall of the train station with a lit cigarette in his mouth. His red eyes looked Mayt up and down before he looked back up at the sky. "I wonder. Is it eagerness... or anxiety? Or something else entirely?" Not particularly waiting for Mayt to answer, he resigned himself with the assumption he would never know and simply shrugged. With that, he stood upright and approached Mayt, standing next to him. "You know..." Maddox began, tilting his head slightly so he could see Mayt in the corner of his eye. "You don't have to come."

The red-haired mage blew out some of his smoke, intentionally straight up so Mayt wouldn't have to breathe it in. With that done, he tossed the mostly burnt cigarette on the ground and put it out with his boot. "Nobody would hold it against you if you changed your mind. We all have our beliefs and can't blame anyone for sticking to them. Besides, probably won't need you anyways." The smirk on Maddox's face after his last comment proved that it was simply a tease, but his serious expression returned quickly. The mage withdrew a pack of cigarettes, first removing one and then holding it out to offer one to Mayt. "We all know what we must do. Just be sure that you are following that little voice in your head."