Darius watched as Ssarak left the camp. The fight was over, and this time, he felt like they had won. Of course, the only reason the other fight felt like a loss was because of Alaira. He glared at her while her back was turned before making his way towards what looked like a small storage shed. The shed had some sub-par weapons, foodstuffs, and torches. Darius grabbed one and left the shed. He walked over to Alaira and tossed the torch at her feet. [color=#C19A6B]"[i]Can[/i] you light this without burning down the forest?"[/color]

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Leith had been thinking during the entire trip back to the college and while he was getting healed. If anything was said to him, he never heard it. First he had set fire to the Eternal Hunger; he could still hear the screaming. Then there was the fight with his greedy copy. It was troubling to stare at his copy's body and think that that could have been him. The smell of food brought him out of his thoughts. He had wandered the halls and now he was at the entrance to the dining hall while he was thinking. He wasn't hungry, but he needed to sit down to gather his thoughts. He walked into the dining hall and sat at a table in the corner.

The most troubling thing that had happened during the mission was that the voice that spoke to him while he was fighting Greed. Leith looked at his right hand. The one that was slowly turning him into a demon. The voice meant that it was starting. It would continue to speak to him, begging to be used. Slowly tainting his soul until he became a demon. There was a choice he had to make very soon, and he was worried whether or not he would make the one he needed to make.

Leith's thoughts began to wander as his eyes grew heavy. He laid his head on his arms. He was just going to rest his eyes. Then he'd go to his room and change out of his clothes. With that thought in mind, he promptly fell asleep.