Yamada thought on that. Seiya could sense the personas. No wonder she'd been so nervous when they started school. When people had been talking about the tunnels. When he had been talking about the tunnels. She may have known the potential in each of them before even they had. She'd have recognized it. Understood it. He could understand now if she'd been living this life for years why she'd try to protect them from it. This wasn't a safe way to live, and who could have known if they were even going to make it as far as they had already. He wondered what she could have been through already with these abilities and with the occasionally faulty control she seemed to have over them. He was sure if she had these issues any one of them could have fallen victim to the very same thing.
He turned to Yoshida when he spoke and thought about something that had bothered him previously. "Is there a better way for us to and from the tunnels? One with less risk of ramification? We may have this club as a cover on campus, but how would we explain being off it after hours is Mori-sempai or anyone else happened to notice?"
He remembered that house that Kurado had taken them to before. How the doors had connected into the tunnels. The velvet room did similar things. If there was a way to make a doorway to either of those places surely there had to be a way to make one on campus. The only worry would be who else could find it if they did.
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Satoshi sat in the library feeling a little strange. Dissatisfied. There was hardly anyone in here today. All the ones that were there were just working on projects, studying. They weren't regulars, just passing through to finish papers, study, work on projects. None of them were loud and none of them were interesting at all. He was sure he had work to do, but today he just wasn't interested in doing it. His mind was jumbled and he felt just a little lost as he looked them over.
He'd been here for two weeks already and he still felt like a complete outsider. He already had. It's not as if that was too much different from the way he usually felt. He'd never been in any sort of crowd and was glad for that. He didn't need conversation but the past few days he found that he missed it. He wasn't sure he remembered the last time he spoke to someone besides when he ordered food or pointed in the direction of a book.
He sighed and sat down with one of the newly arrived novels to thumb through it. He was sure his life wasn't meant to be this boring. There had to be something more he was meant to do. He wished, not for the first time, that his life was like one of his books, one of his comics. He wasn't sure he wanted to save people, save the world, like all of those heroes did, but he did want a purpose. Any of them had it lucky. Anyone in any of those stories did, because they had a part to play. A role to fill. Promises to keep and demons or criminals to vanquish. All he had was a room full of books and a math test to study for. He needed to find something to occupy himself with this year or he was positive he'd go crazy.
