07-31-2011, 10:04 PM
Weston closed his book and put it under his arm. It seemed they had an older soul to them judging by her scent. He blinked a few times and then gave a chuckle. "There can only be peace one of two ways: blood shed or pacifism. I think we all know we aren't capable of the latter Miss..." His voice trailed off seeing how he did not know her name.
Brent's ears pricked up. He was about to leave but then he noticed the new comer to the group. He wished Aiden was there but he wasn't. He couldn't drop his meal to interact. At full speed he fled the scene. He had to get his pupil. This was something to witness.
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