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Holy…[i]man[/i] this was a complete clown fiesta. Even as Snow was preparing to leave, she immediately got interrupted by the deceitful thief. Whatever his plan was, it wouldn’t be worth her time, nor that of any in this place from the looks of it...and yet, she listened.

it was like an unconscious feeling gnawing away at the back of her skull, forcing her to stay and watch these morons as they dealt with the situation in all kinds of ways; none of which were competent. Not that she had much of a choice, what with Ryuma blocking her exit like he did.

Stolen memories, good, bad; spring, autumn, the passing of time; Hope’s Peak, class...friends.
the memories of going to school she could accept, but being befriended with [i]these[/i] people? Ungrounded, baseless, [i]impossible[/i] accusations.

when Aurel’s speech had faded into chaos, so too did Snow’s feeling fade into a different emotion: Anxiety.

These people were at each other's necks, and Snow wanted no part of it. On one side you had the [i]’bro’s’[/i] consisting of Aurel, Ryuma, and the red hair insisting on peace and comradery, the white haired glass about to shatter seemingly taking their side. And in the other corner there was a complete maniac with no care for hygiene or fashion, and she had a mouth that spoke words of antagonism which could only be described as: gutter-rat language; nobody sided with her though.

In any case, Snow wanted to get away from this chaos as soon as she could, so when Ryuma allowed her to leave, she didn’t hesitate to start walking in the direction of the cabins, hoping to find some semblance of peace; a place where she could gather her thoughts, and think of a solution.