“S-Class?” I repeat quietly, putting a hand to my chin. Did that mean he got an excellent style ranking? Are we ranked based on style? How would that work, do our clients evaluate our level of style? I always thought that was kind of weird and almost nonsensical how much that ranking tradition bled out from it’s source. Not that it would be a problem either way, considering that we practically embody "style"... I manage to snap myself out of my train of thought and continue to listen to her story to the last word, my interest in her story overriding my other sets of questions.

	“I… think I get what you mean, Levita,” I say slowly, playing with my hair absentmindedly as I talk. “My brother’s way stronger than I am, too. Ever since we lost Mom, he was always training, or researching, and trying to find some way to become smarter and stronger. I could talk to him for hours and hours, but it always felt like nothing was ever getting through to him…” I sigh, the exasperated breath of air blowing my hair around wildly for a moment as I reach towards my neck with my right arm, quickly realizing that there’s nothing there at the moment.

	“Eventually,” I continue, “I realized that since Leon was the only one of us who was going to get any influence back home, and there wasn't going to be much that I could do about it once he did, that I needed to leave. I needed to go out and find some sort of resolution in my life, and what better way to do that than by seeing the world and helping those in need, you know?” I take another deep breath after I’m finished before scooting out from the table.

	“Well, that was a really good talk,” I say quickly as I stand up and push my chair back in telekinetically. “Feels real nice to get all that stuff off our chests, figuratively speaking, doesn’t it, Levita? Like a refreshing spring breeze. I’m kind of tired, though, so I guess I’ll be heading back to the room for now, leave when you’re ready, ok?” I turn around and leave the cafeteria.