The question was still up in the air. A part of him was grateful that he could finally experience the possibilities of youth, but was it acceptable to move on from the now faraway days which embodied his past? He could have turned back. He could have never boarded or stepped off of that dropship and duly returned to service just like that. A slew of options which would result in him not winding up here presented themselves in his mind. The boy fell out of his trance at Robert’s response, it caught him off guard, the last thing he thought the guy would answer. He was expecting something more personal, maybe a quirk people found really odd but he instead viewed it as a positive point.
”Intriguing.” Delta internally commented, his interest only grew when the team leader spurred on the conversation. He left it to Eve to formulate a response, waiting on standby to chime in.
”Oh, Delta has served in the Atlesian Military for two years. His father’s in the higher echelons of the armed forces command hub, so his starting at a young age was inevitable, and delved into arduous training throughout the entirety of his childhood.” It sounded a bit cruel at first, the image of a fifteen year old serving alongside men twice his age, some relatives even considered it inhumane.
"He may look like a walking twig, but he’ll have your back, even when it’s against the wall. I don’t mean to brag, but he’s hopeless without me~! Like a lost puppy drenched in the rain!” Eve began to chuckle at its own pun without remorse, until it slowly turned around to face a blank stare.
”Heh...heh...pleasehavemercy.” It was at that point did class finally dismiss, a signal denoting the next one soon to proceed, which he would hopefully be introduced and fully grasp the concept of. Delta tilted his head at his familiar, a minute gesture notifying his companion that it was time to go. Eve took a few moments to wallow and pout before it trotted its way across the desks and finally leaped into the pouch.
The boy stood up from his seat and slipped on his hat in one fluent motion, savoring the chance to stretch out his arms.
”Eve went a bit off track and forgot to answer your original question. I don’t have any clinically proven phobias.” Except for being flung into some social interaction where he had no footing whatsoever. He could already see the windy and contorted road ahead of him.
”In requiem, I’m a sniper. At least on paper I am, but I can take vanguard any time you need. You can gauge me at your own leisure, you’re the leader after all. I’ll go on ahead and snag us a few seats. Who knows, maybe Eve’ll get to know to know a few others students?” He briskly stated all of this without the slightest peep of emotion, only making a slight shrug at the last sentence before descending the flight of stairs leading to the exit.
The grey-haired student suddenly came to a halt at the last step and turned on a dime towards his two team members. He briefly glanced at the two and opened his mouth again,
”I guess the proper thing to say here would be… The best of luck to us in our future endeavors?” Delta peered down at his familiar, as if he was asking,
”Did I do that right?” Eve gave the boy a warm smile and nodded in affirmation. Rather than saluting, he gave the two a sluggish wave before proceeding to the class ahead of them. Hopefully they would chat a bit among themselves, since Grane barely took part in the whole conversation.
After grabbing another can of coffee, with the guidance of Eve, the boy trekked on to his next class. The question still echoed in his head, ceasing to incessantly repeat itself, hoping for a clear and resolute answer out of the very mind it originated from. A hailstorm of words could perfectly describe Delta right now. Uneasy. Uncertain. Anxious. But he also felt glad that he was at ease in these halls. He never had to factor in these emotions prior to his enrolling at Beacon. Upon entering the classroom, his ears already picked up gossiping of the event which occurred more than thirty minutes ago. Delta didn’t get to bear witness to it first hand, but he would probably end up asking Eve to project it once classes were done for the day. History had been a cinch to him in the past, so he wasn’t very perturbed about his current standing in the class. The only difficult part was finding a few empty seats, but there was a row lying completely vacant. He set his luggage down out of the way of inbound traffic and paced his way over to one of the seats, then treated himself to a sip of his drink while folding his arms over on the desk.
"Wonder what's on the agenda for today?" He quietly asked himself, a way of practicing for an actual conversation.
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