“ You’re grinding your teeth again. . . “

Philippe whispered softly, a strong hand going gently onto your shoulder to bring you back down to earth.

Both Corbeau and Philippe where training you so you could one day take over as the leader of the Rust Syndicate— Well. Trying to train you.

This was the third time today someone hadn’t taken you seriously— You were just a teenager after all. They all assumed you were just some self-righteous teen.

“ Stuff like this isn’t easy, love-bug. “

Corbeau pat your shoulder.

“ Don’t give up because they can’t see your potential. Don’t let them see that they’re getting to you. That gives them power over you. “

He tilted your head up to make you stop sulking.

“ Your father’s right, you can’t show them that they get to you so easily, dear. “

Philippe squeezed your shoulder. You took a deep breath, sighing as you released your jaw and relaxed your shoulders.

“ Let’s grab some food yeah?? That’ll cheer you up.. “

Philippe smiled.