Chrys leaves for the cafeteria to get some grub before dropping his bag in his dorm room. As he walks he mindlessly spins a pencil in his hand. As he's been here he's noticed his powers getting stronger, his ability to shift things requiring less effort, the focus needed didn't change, in fact if he tried harder shifting moving objects was easier and he was learning to change the direction of the object, mid-shift.

For Chrys, his whole goal was to become stronger, to follow his late father's footsteps and help those who couldn't help themselves. He touches the dogtags that hang around his neck, remembering the whishes of his father. To become part of something greater than himself. With this thought he enters the commons of the dorm, preparing to shift out to the Training Room.