[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra]

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Gratia Mindaro stared quietly at the other student, gaze trained entirely upon the sincere expression upon his face. Her cold onyx eyes, unblinkingly impassive, were almost analytical in the way they bored holes through him, as if seeking to dig through every secret that he could be hiding. What was the driving force behind Luke Schwarz's actions? What type of person was her subject seeking to become?

[right][i]Good enough[/i].[/right]

"[color=66cd00]Then try not to fuck up,[/color]" she replied.

A desire to become somebody greater. A sense of self predicated upon being able to truly standle shoulder-to-shoulder with those society deemed his equals. This was Luke Schwarz, a boy so doubtful of his own worth that he sought so strongly to garner the power necessary to rectify whatever flaws he saw within himself. It was a dream no different to so many others wishing for self-improvement, but she wondered ... how would he achieve that ambition?

How strong was his resolve to improve?

She would acknowledge his quest for power.

Now it was his duty to show her that her attentions were not wasted.