headmt | PC: CALEB

[Ah. Okay.]

. . . I am. I was last night, too. Just in my head a little bit.

[To be fair, he'd probably do this on not touchy-feely week too. Patting him on the cheek and letting him go.]

Can't really blame you for that one.

[...]

Found a -- [Gesturing over his shoulder in the direction of the gym.] Sword? I think. Something like that. Kind of looked like Sieghart's big fuck off one but smaller.

Some sort of fight in the field may have spilled out to the gym? There was blood heading out that direction. We found a baseball bat, but the soccer field was also slashed up.

Yeah, blood lead into the gym. Few drops. Some sort of clothes in the pool too.

[Scowling.]

So. Similar to last week, then.

Two victims, though. And, uhm. I don't think Sieghart was any slouch to take on.

We assumed Lan Wanji was an easy choice due to his injuries, but they may just be going after victims they feel less guilty over, being less young.

[He makes a face.]

Suppose if I were killing, it's the choice I'd make too. [But, erugh.] That worry you?

Yes. It ought to.

It ... might help that we're here too. Wouldn't let it go down easily for any of us. At least if you're asking me.

[He grimaces, crossing his arms tightly. He doesn't really like this line of thought.]

Suppose that means we've got to catch them tomorrow. Before they get more ideas.

I'm sure that's true. Everyone in Fall Dorm cared very much for Bradley, but outside, who knows. You and Beauregard. . . your opinion counts for something, probably.

[A sigh.]

I'd like to catch them. The mood in the dorm is very bad. He was good at looking after all of the teenagers.

[Just nodding. And because of touchy-week, and he's actually kind of upset about all the Teen Upset vibes, he'll come over and just. Slide his arm under Caleb's elbow? Don't fuckin' worry about it.]

Can't say the vibes in Spring are all that great. Sieghart was well liked. I liked him, despite the ... y'know, veiled threats. They were mostly jokes.

I liked him, too. He was strange, but the type of person you want in a place like this.

[Taking his arm, sure. It's touchy week.]

And what's the type of person you want in a place like this?

Brave and decisive, wants to protect people weaker than he is.

[Shrugging.]

That was my impression.

[He sniffs, reaching up to spin the piercing in his lower lip, quiet for a second, before--]

Next week, assuming we all make it, should pool our vouchers to buy information. I ... doubt it matters whether I have another weak little spell or not. Doesn't seem as if being a keen fighter helped Sieghart much in the end.