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[color=springgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color]The Field
[color=springgreen][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color]Professor Latour [@Ace of flames01][/center] 
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Numbness. That's all that Will could feel as he sat in the room, others filing in. Complete and utter numbness. He'd killed those men. And it had been so easy too. He'd washed their blood from his face but he couldn't wash their screams from his mind. But the scariest thing was, that he didn't feel bad. Those men had been no better than the ones who'd killed his parents, and he didn't feel any regret. He just felt shock. He tried to focus in as people began coming in, and he waited for Francis to start talking. He figured the meeting would be about what had happened earlier, at the field. He took a deep breath, and pushed those thoughts as far back as he good, though they still lingered on the edge of his brain, whispering to him. God, what had he done?