Layland stared at Cian with wide eyes, leaned back far in his seat. For a second, he couldn't breath. Every ounce of air in the room seemed to have been eaten up by Cian's words. And so many eyes, everyone in the cafeteria would be staring. No amount of money Layland threw around would squelch his rumor and the earth seemed to tilt sideways with that knowledge. But when he managed to turn his head, he saw that no one was staring. He focused on this because it hurt to focus on Cian's words. How was it that an outburst like that didn't have him buried in student's questions.

"S-shit. Shit!" Layland exclaimed as he wrenched at his hair. Every word dug holes in his chest, every insult thrown at him. Layland knew he was a selfish, self-aggrandizing, cold, ambitious bastard. He knew all of this, so why did he feel like such a horrible person when he was told it to his face? This was all Layland's fault. He dumped his uneaten food in the trash and stormed out the door, no destination in mind. It seemed his help wasn't wanted anymore. He tried to take some responsibility by making the cure, but he couldn't even do that. He couldn't do anything.