It was your default response. Why would you respond with anything less? You spent days trapped in that god awful room. The horrors you’d seen and the torture you’d endured made these incidents seem like nothing. The sting of betrayal after betrayal left a numbing void in your chest that no amount of glue could mend.

Your feet ached. Your eyes stung. You stared at the boy you called a friend go mad. Your eyes seemed to just glaze over as memories flashed through your mind like a broken record stuck on repeat. Over and over and over again. Even in a band new world with brand new people, you couldn’t shake the feeling of how your skin would crawl. That feeling would grasp at your limbs, sticking to you like ink on a page. A permanent stain on your skin that still burned.

No, you rarely ever helped. Just walk away and mind your business. When an overblot incident occurred it was just like any other battle you’d seen. Fought. It was the same scene you’d witnessed a thousand times over.

Something you didn’t realize.. was that someone noticed. He noticed that pain behind your empty gaze when you would zone out, staring into nothing. He may not have known what happened in your past.. but he wold listen if you ever decided to lower those walls you’d build around yourself. Who else would this guy be other than Lilia Vanrouge. He rubbed your shoulder as you both sat on the steps outside ramshackle dorm. Silence hung in the air between the two of you.