[b] [center] Jeremy Hart [/center] [/b]

The whole thing kept shoving his mind in the fact that it was so much more real than he had wanted to believe. Nevertheless, after having that embarrassment safely buried in his mind, Jeremy simply followed the group as it were.
The dormouse surprised him, not because it went out to fight things they were obviously not yet ready to, but because he felt something stir in him as he watched her walk to meet the shadows, something he couldn't remember feeling for a long time. If ever. The want to do what was right, simply because one should...
It was quickly turned into a feeling of needing to prove himself just as capable. Which the others beat him to. Some of them tearing into the things surrounding them with an abandon he could never see himself performing.

[i]Persona[/i] the word was spoken quietly, As if he subconsciously mistrusted himself to manage it, his fundamental need to justify his own self-regard, his need of his actions to be impact and meaningful.

[color=ed145b]I am thou and thou art I, I am he who built the labyrinth, I am he who made wings to fly, Daedalus![/color] a weathered man with wings risen from Jeremy's shadow. And the gist of wind propelled the teacher forward, a shining rapier cutting through the monster in front of him, the Maya fell with a deflating sound.