Delta's reply had been unsettling and had left an edge of fear in his bones that he couldn't seem to shake. He didn't think his power had anything to do with his parents, he didn't think his power would get them hurt, he didn't think his power was anybody's problem but his own. He felt mentally sick at the words and he was left staring at Delta with an overwhelming dread. The dread washed in his chest and made his heart ache, it was just too awful for him to think about. If his parents had been killed then it was his fault, if his parents had been killed then it was on him because he was the freak. His parents weren't freaks, he was the freak who could clone himself. It wasn't their fault that he'd had this happen to him and he wished he could give it back.

He didn't want to learn to control it, he wanted it gone and he wished he'd never had it to begin with. There was no way to get rid of it now, he knew there was no way to get rid of it. It was a part of him now and he realized he'd have to accept it at some point. He just didn't think he could accept it right now, not with his thoughts so torn up and his parents possibly being dead and him having no way of knowing if they were or not. He wished he could shove past this and calm down but every breath felt one step closer to him breaking into pitiful sobbing. His nails were digging into his palms and his breathing was a filtered thing through his nose and out his mouth, just like the guidance counselor had taught him to do when he was anxious.

He didn't have long to focus on the inevitable breakdown that was steadily approaching because a young man joined them. There was something regal about the blond boy even though he seemed exhausted beyond repair. He could tell this in his drowsy mannerisms and the constant yawning, he introduced himself simply as Theodore. It seemed to be a fitting enough name somehow but he didn't have time to think about that either when a girl bust through the door. She practically seemed to glow with her confidence and she was excitedly talking about giving Phi a good old what for and Carson couldn't help but stare at the fire sparking around her.

Delta reacted far quicker than he could have processed and he soon had his fingers pressed like a mock gun to her skull. It was a warning kind of gesture and the quickness of it startled Carson enough that he jumped a bit in his seat. He watched the man return to his seat with barely contained nervousness. His impassive expression had fallen at the mention of his parents possibly being dead and now he just looked pale, fearful and sort of miserable. Delta revealed a scar that blazed through his skin and disappeared farther down, he could only imagine the kind of wound that had once been. He glanced away from it quickly and tried to regain control of his emotions.

Everything was a whirlwind and he felt like a nervous wreck but he consoled himself by telling himself that his parents were probably fine. They had to be fine, he couldn't think about them being anything other than fine. He needed to stop thinking about death and he needed to stop thinking about Phi, he needed to calm down. He focused every ounce of will on calming down and almost managed it before another girl entered and settled beside Theodore. She seemed kind somehow and she had a good air about her, as warm as a summer breeze and just as fluent. She introduced herself as Sunny and he had to keep himself from smiling a little bit at the irony. 

Sayuri, Theodore, Kana and Sunny. They were an interesting group so far, even though he was wracked with nerves and he felt like he was about to start crying, he appreciated them. When Sayuri spoke again, he glanced to her and furrowed his eyebrows slightly, she didn't seem all bad. She seemed like she was trying and he could respect that, he was definitely trying himself and he hoped they could get along in some time. Maybe when he wasn't on the brink of sobbing. It was a nice thought. Maybe he'd make friends, maybe these people would want to be his friends after some time. The Lord knew he couldn't survive without frequent conversation and maybe that would help him calm down. He was just living on hope.

"[color=00a651]It's nice to meet you all, you seem to be an interesting bunch.[/color]" he stuck to honesty, they were interesting and he didn't know a single thing about any of them. They could be interesting and absolutely mad and he wouldn't know the wiser. He just hoped he would get along with them. "[color=00a651]I'm a little wigged out right now so I'm going to apologize beforehand if I come off as kind of sullen-[/color]" a nervous chuckle. "[color=00a651]I adjust to things slowly and I cry a lot, so I'm sure my shining personal attributes will leave you dying to know more.[/color]"