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Renard had said nothing to Kerianne when she brought up the fact he didn’t tease her. Even asking how bad did things get. He didn’t know how to answer that honestly. The subject was rough on on him as it was. He only looked away from her, his hand gripping the flowers and card tighter. 

When she then moved between he and peter, saying “...once you see certain things... It’s kinda all you can do.” He instantly saw his mother’s body once more.Letting out a deep breath, trying to remove it from his thoughts. Only to flash to the dead men whom he recently was covered in their blood. The attempt to save someone, only to be tossed aside like a ragdoll. Was that all he could do? Just be a failure, and see his failures? 

As he was walking away though, he stopped when Freya asked him to stop. Gabby blocking his path near the same moment. She tried to give him a stern look, to which he simply glared back.


[i]"If you are sorry, truly, then do better," she said, "If we are heroes, then so are you. If you use a different word for yourself, those seven years you spoke of are wasted."[/i]

It’s what he tried for seven years. To do better. It was for nothing though, he thought he trained hard… but it was worthless. But while she was trying to help, he only gave her a flat. [color=BCC127]”Then it’s wasted.” [/color] Before looking back towards freya. Deciding to answer her as well. [color=BCC127]She’s going to be fine. She will live. Just being forced to leave because of her parents. [/color] Her words before about him were lost in the confusion of words. Looking to the others, for only a moment each, he then turned. Limping down the hall towards the exit of the hospital. 

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[center][color=BCC127]~Monday~[/color][/center]

Renard looked up as he gathered the books he into his leather satchel. His body free of bandages, only fresh scabs were all that were left from what happened on friday. The english teacher explained that they had the first part free to study while Haye’s was busy. He sighed a little sigh of relief. His leg was still slightly bothering him. Enough that it only showed a tiny limp with each step. But enough he could ignore the pain if he needed to. That said, you didn’t see him complain….or say anything….the entire day. Keeping to himself instead of being normally participating in everything. 

No bantering with Peter or Yi. No playful teasing, or flirt and a random joke. He just sat there and looked at his books for class. He finished packing his bag and moved towards the next classroom. Seemingly lost in thought.