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[color=Silver]	Victoria's resolve was more or less as strong as the others, with the desire to immediately get to it. And she was right, but it still frustrated him. He wanted to find a way out, but as she had said, none of it made sense. It was for them to make sense of it, and if there was anything he was convinced of, he felt as if he had nothing to contribute. The others had the confidence and headspace to really make a difference. They were tenacious, and brave, and determined to make light of the dark situation they'd found them in. Perhaps he could've been too, but the shock of the experience had weighed so heavily upon his mind that he remained but a hopeless individual, one that no student around him could've relied on.[/color]

[color=EEFF53][b]"How am I supposed to make sense of it, if you just told me none of it makes any?"[/b][/color] [color=silver]He muttered, albeit a little bit bitterly. He had incorrectly channelled the frustration, rapidity and speed toward the others, when in reality he had aimed it internally. It hurt to be so pessimistic, and it did little for the others, but shaking that visceral experience was not an easy feat.

	He looked down as she suggested they go to help. There was no way around it. If he said no, he'd have been left there, perhaps even to die, if they were so willing. It was dramatic to even consider such a factor. But wherever they were, he was so greatly untrustworthy of them all - the way they all slipped into working mode, as though they'd done this before. That's what worried him the most. Had he stumbled upon a secret society, or a cult of sorts? No one could know. No one knew. Everyone had no idea. And those that did, they must've kept quiet about it. That paranoia leeched off of him.

	He sighed, there was no way to really figure anything out without moving. To him, it was a sure way to walk into death, but it was better than sitting by the desolate sea, that called to him with harsh words. So what did he do? Well, he sat up a little, wiped his cheek as the sting still remained, and just nodded. He didn't sulk, nor did he make a fuss, but deep down, he was back where he was again, following others, and he had that lingering worry that once it was over, if it ever was over, then he'd fade back into the winds.[/color]

[color=EEFF53][b]"Well...I guess there's nothing else..."[/b][/color]