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Even as he spoke the words Felix didn't feel the conviction behind them that had been present on the podium. Silently through the short time he had spent with Dia, his priorities in life had become chaotic and unfocused once more. Where previously there had been a burning hatred was now a smoldering ruin. Still capable of burning you if you wandered too close but was certainly not as dangerous from a distance.

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[color=8493ca]"Hey! not sure if you knew this, but it's real stupid to talk about getting rid of someone when they can HEAR YOU!"[/color]
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Turning to glare at the other student, Felix felt the familiar warmth of anger burning in his own skull. Like an all too familiar evil you made peace with instead of overcoming. On reflex the bandaged hand balled into a tight fist as Felix grit his teeth.

[color=ed1c24]"At least I won't have to repeat myself." [/color]

Felix took a menacing step forward but stopped as both his eyes widened, Dia having moved in much closer. Like a wet blanket tossed over a burned out campfire, the burning in his soul sputtered out into smoke. Self control, he realized suddenly, had nothing to do with himself apparently. 
There was a tense few seconds where he stared at Silas and Vera, his ire all but radiating from the death stare being cast their way, until finally he blew a sigh and unballed his fist. 

[color=ed1c24]"You're right. I.. [i]WE[/i].. Didn't come out here for me to pick fights,"[/color] Felix stared at his injured hand. Bandages had been bloodied, the fire from earlier had blackened them a bit, and his knuckles had a deep ache from the time at the sandbags. Stress was a mounting issue and the only relief in what seemed like years was huddling close to him. Was it for protection, he wondered. For her or for him? 

Felix fought himself internally as he digested the scene unfolding around him. Silas looked like a brash and prideful young man, the lady attached to him was cautious. In a funny way it was like looking into a mirror. Not that he recognized it as such at the moment.

[color=ed1c24]"I will only say this once. For your own safety, do not become my roommate. The last thing I want is to lose control and hurt you.."[/color] 

Felix's own sense of pride and shame was holding him back from explaining what he meant. It was difficult for him to explain the fears that plagued him. The threat of immolating something on accident, destroying irreplaceable things that belonged to Silas, danced in his mind when they had been told they would share rooms. The simpler answer was for Felix to leave.. He was tired of walking away. Backing down. Giving up.
For once he would be the one making a decision for himself.