You had left a long lasting impression on Coriolanus. Your little stunt really caught everyone off guard. People had their thoughts about you sure, but him? He has his own. Safe to say he didn’t doubt his tribute as much as he had before. He knew they would be a little different, and difficult.. but who could predict the outcomes of this story. There he waited, for the train to arrive. White rose in hand, twiddling it around his fingers. One hand in his pocket, the other playing with a rose.

Once the train pulled in, he felt a little rush of excitement. Slowly walking closer, his tribute finally stepped out. Handing the rose to them he smiles. " I believe I'm your mentor." The words linger in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time. " You look like you shouldn’t be here." You remark. He thinks for a moment, how right you were. But hey, he wanted to make a good first impression. " Well I'm not." As you sniff the flower, you smile at him.

" Oh! A rebel." A simple comment, nothing too deep. But something inside of him changes. The comment, he thought about that comment. He had a confused look on his face for a slight second. ' Rebel? ' He thought, what an odd thing to say.