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[h2][color=630460][b]SAGE[/b][/color][/h2][hr]

[color=silver]"[color=00DEDA]Now just hang on a moment there Elliot Rodger, I know you're the closest we have to the plucky teenager of the group, but if you think you'll be able to talk to the guy after he's been taken away by the guards, then I've somehow been giving you [i]too much[/i] credit this whole time. At best, they call you a retard and turn you away without beating the shit out of you. [i]At best[/i]. Besides, we probably won't even have to do anything. In comics, this kinda shit usually works itself out.[/color]"

Though, Alexander said it in the most wordy way possible, he had a point. There was absolutely no way that Sage was going to get close enough to Roger that he'd be able to speak to him about his visions and no amount of conspiring with these assholes was going to change that. Though, he couldn't help how glum that made him feel. It was hard to hear about someone having visions and know that his own visions were unreachable at the moment.

He couldn't help but find himself hyper fixating on this isshe like an ache in his tooth. He had once had visions constantly and taken them for granted, they'd sort of fucked him up in a way but they were still his visions. No matter how gritty and bloody that those visions got, they were [i]his[/i] to bear and he liked having them. They made him special, they set him aside, it may have not been an overt power or a dangerous power but it was [i]his.[/i]

Without those powers, he felt sort of useless. 
He drove his fist into the table, glaring up at Alexander, because if all else fails, take it out on Alexander. "[color=630460]Oh, would you [i]shut up?[/i] I'm an adult, Goddamn you! I'm a full fledged [i]fucking adult![/i][/color]" and his voice was starting to rise, "[color=630460]I know it makes it easier for you to cope or some shit by pretending I'm your teenager little brother that you can just bully whenever you get bored but-[/color]"

His outburst was cut short by the sound of Kennedy raising his voice to confront the staff at the Paragon. He was initially taken aback by the sound of the man yelling, his voice cut through the tense air immediately. It was hard not to be startled, the old professor was usually so mild-mannered and yet... yet something seemed very [i]staged[/i] about all of this. Sure, Kennedy seemed passionate enough, sure, he was being loud and assertive, [i]sure[/i] but there was a gleam in his eye.

Suddenly, Sage understood and all was right in the world. Kennedy was being dragged off but Sage was just starting to get comfortable again, he had not eaten his slop just yet but he was feeling [i]satisfied.[/i] Kennedy was goimg to get the information that they all wanted, he had done it in the only way possible. He'd thrown himself into isolation, it was a move that Sage was going to congratulate him on later. 

A new tone was taken with Alexander, this one amused and placated like a child that had inevitably got his way. Even if it was at the cost of a friend. "[color=630460]Nevermind my outburst, feel free to continue being an absolute douchenozzle.[/color]"

He focused his attention back on the rest of the surrounding attendees, his mouth daring on a smile, his voice is kept very quiet. "[color=630460]Does anyone want my tray? I'm not very hungry and I'm thinking that we should mull over what just happened while we still have some time.[/color]"
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