Aram watched as Clara and the other Mephisto's student began to leave. It felt wrong watching them walk away.

	He leaned on the Claymore that Brutus had given him, pondering what to do next with this situation. That was when King suddenly appeared in the doorway beside them, with a student over his shoulder. [color=fff79a]"Well, isn't this a bit of pickle!
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	Aram jumped at this, the sword falling from beneath the weight of his body, causing him to start falling to the floor,
 waving his arms wildly. [color=fff200]"AH!"[/color] he yelped, hitting with a thud. [color=fff200]"Ow.."[/color] he said, rubbing the back of his head. [color=fff200]"What the heck? Maybe give some kind of a warn-"[/color]

	That was when he heard the singing. [color=6ecff6]"I'll clench my fists and open my eyes. I slash the air, as sharp as knives. Forever more... these chains will bind, clipping my wings... leaving me behind. Weighing me down. Letting me drown I can't... escape."[/color]
	It was...ominous. Creepy. Aram lifted his head up, looking towards the source of the music. It was another ghost.

	He grasped for the sword that had fell beside him, then standing up, turning towards the ghost again.
[color=fff200]Wait..[/color] he thought [color=fff200]..that's..Vittorio?[/color]
	He didn't like Vittorio. His ethereal form, or whatever the hell it is, gave him the creeps. It reminded him of the ectoplasmic beings you saw in those bad ghost films. He didn't like those films.

	He addressed Brutus, seemingly asking him of his alignment. Which looked pretty obvious, being as Brutus was currently helping the Vigilantes.

	Aram was pleased with Brutus' answer. It was indeed a noble cause. Anyone who were to deny such a cause was surely evil, no doubt.

	In any case, Vittorio was a Mephisto's student. And even though they had just spoken to Clara herself, Vittorio seemed to have his own way about doing things. [color=brown]"Vittorio, why must you assault Vigilantes with sad poetry?"[/color] came a call from down the hallway. It was Tsarevna. 

	Aram looked down the hall to where the other Mephisto's had disappeared to then back to Vittorio, then to the Bing Bong sword currently in his hands. Then at King.