Jeritza stood in the corner of the training grounds with his usual blank expression. The mask covers the upper half of his face but it's not hiding much, he's not exactly emoting. Though he is in deep thought as he watches students milling around, some training hard, some slacking off.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to be closer to–

He cuts his own train of thought of. He can't be close with anyone. Not his sister, not the Professor's, no-one. Because once he switches to the Death Knight, they'll be in danger completely out of his control. He wouldn't even remember what he inflicted on them.

He sighs internally and continues his silent stance in the training grounds. He is an instructor after all.