Amano visibly flinches at the demon's words, fighting the urge to look away as Illiendi states that his trust is misplaced. He wonders frantically what he did wrong, but manages to keep his eyes up, to keep listening. The words that follow calm him slightly, but he still feels like he's missing something big, and that he's a fool for doing so. A nugget of pessimism enters his mind and latches on to the idea that he was the best choice out of those gathered, and probably not the best over all that Illiendi has available to him. He keeps his thoughts to himself though and smiles faintly at the demon and wanders over to the desk as he heads for the door. [i]'I'm sorry'[/i] He tries desperately to cling to the idea that Illiendi will make a good teacher, that he [b]will[/b] become good enough for the demon, and pushes his pessimism back as far as he can as he sits down to get to work.

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Looking up at the faint knock Chesia sets aside her tea and bid the person to enter. Seeing the man set to take her son off across the sea she sniffs slightly, her conflicting feelings making her a bit distraught. She watches him bow, her eyes no longer the way they had been with Amano in the room. The underlying desire for Illiendi is back, but has taken the back burner to her other concerns at the moment. When he rises she motions him to come stand by her. She looks up at him, her face cool despite the mother bear instincts radiating off of her. 

With a long sigh she shakes her head. “There is no convincing my dear little boy of the foolishness of this all is there.” It's clear from her tone she expects no answer. After a moment, she goes on. “He has always had a strong will. His brothers see him as a rug to be trodden upon, I am sure, with his quiet ways and quaint hobbies, but that Amano's always had a good head on his shoulders.” She smiles faintly. “Too many books as a baby. Grew into such a soft child.” She looks over at Illiendi's hand, reaching out to take it after a moment. Her eyes trail slowly up his body. Reaching his eyes, she shivers slightly. “You. . .My son is delicate. You keep him safe.” Here eyes trail to the flower in his shirt, something passing behind her eyes before she looks over at the one Amano brought her. “You don't let anything crush my little flower. . .”

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Once the door clicks closed the youth lets out a long sigh, stretching before flopping like a rag doll for several seconds. [i]'Standing straight and tall all the time is tiring'[/i] he muses, wriggling a bit to work out a kink in his back. Sighing again he flops forward, looking very much like a lazy teen being forced to do his homework. Grabbing his quill he doesn't even realize he's lost ninety percent of his spunk and begins jotting down ideas for what they need to do, knowing Illiendi will correct him as needed and taking comfort in that.

Feeling a bit stuffed up in his room after a while, Amano wanders over to his window overlooking the alley next to his house and clicks it open. A giggle from below makes him pause with it barely cracked, wondering who's having fun right next to the house. Tilting his head he manages to make out a ginger head full of curls pressed against the wall of the house by what looks like someone a full head taller. Rage pours through him as he realizes it's his father. His hands grip the sill, hard, his knuckles turning white.

[i]'No room in her house for your betrayal? Or is this one just some tail off the streets you felt like flaunting just out of mother's vision you swine? Can't even show her the courtesy of keeping your depravity behind closed doors you slug!!??'[/i] Rage continues to pound through him and he spends several long seconds staring down at the infuriating scene until at last he rips himself away and storms over to his bed. Throwing himself upon it he buries his face in the pillow and begins imagining creative ways of punishing the man he calls father, his list long forgotten.