"Get the fuck away from me, Kamina. I don't need help and I won't bug you for it, so do me a favour and respect my decision." I had no idea what that fish wanted from me. 'Psychological issues' my ass. I had bigger issues to deal with, such as finding out who nearly killed me with a bucket of water. Slipping my radar dish back on my head, I hid my anger from Kamina as I left the dust-filled room again, not willing to talk to my own teammates over supposed trauma. I got over my shit, and so far it's just made me stronger. I was left with the smell of embers and fresh water, wiping myself as I would get to the bottom of this mystery. Despite hiding my anger, something dark was brewing in my face. I had just gotten out of a fight for our lives, single-handily driving those try-hard kids away - and instead I was getting shit for it. We were all battered of course, but I was close to snapping thanks to issues that couldn't be fixed through violence.

"Hey, Spruce." I yelled out, noticing him waiting outside and looking better than before. Same with Celes, though I expected her to be annoyed after our quick exit and show of brutality. "Do you know any sons-of-bitches who just happened to misplace a water bucket, hm?" I came up to him and Celes, contempt on my mind. "Y'know, I nearly died."