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Calvin cleared his throat, trying to keep abreast of the conversation. He had still not answered Lucy’s earlier question, and when he finally did, his voice was low. [color=#93FFE8]"I was just trying to… find inspiration. For my work. Sorry I didn’t say hello to you and Zach."[/color] He swallowed his spit and let his mind wander. The answer seemed to be eluding his fellow infinites. Whereas the last time, there had been heaps of strong opinions, here most of the Infinites seemed unsure. Normally, Calvin would have thrown his voice to some cause, trying to draw any sort of information through accusations. But it seemed as though this case would not benefit from it. Nor did Calvin feel he could.

Calvin’s body was taut like a bowstring. He felt a tension in the back of his neck that he hadn’t felt in a long time. If he wasn’t murdered in this nightmare of a game he was half convinced it would be a heart-attack that took him. He took a deep breath as he wiped away the sheen that had formed on his brow.

[color=#93FFE8]"I, uh- Don’t have much of an alibi either. I was in my room from 4:30 on. Was sick of banging my head against the wall."[/color] He rolled his eyes at Lucy’s exaggerated demeanor, but didn’t speak up. [color=#93FFE8]"Careful where you point, this is still your first run at these."[/color] He was impressed with how well the young woman was performing in the trial. He certainly wasn’t as capable. But perhaps that was how it was meant to be. There were those who were suited for Trials. And others who weren’t. Unfortunately, it appeared Calvin was sitting in the latter camp.