Raisel scratched his head. A vague voice in the back of his head was telling him that his hair was going to be hell after this day. Why did he always mess with it when nervous? "Well, I wouldn't exactly put that much blame on Alice. I mean...she gets people. She can tell I'm not just a flunky who skips class and doesn't give a shit about people. Not many people are willing to befriend weirdos like us," he said, not able to believe he had gone from being annoyed at hell with Alice to defending her in one day. "Surely you don't make a friend like that every day. Isn't that something worth staying for?" he asked.