Jabrark
Dark Lord of the Drums
(My bad. I think I read it wrong.)
Calvin found a feeling of realization wash over him. She was helping to fight against them, not causing them. 'How could I think such a thing about her? There's no way she could have been causing them,' he thought as relief took hold in his chest. He instantly knew what he wanted to do. He was amazed at this newfound courage of his, but he acted on it nonetheless. He adjusted his glasses coolly.
"I see; I figured it was something like that. Well, now that you've told me; I want to help. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll gladly execute your needs. This might actually be a good change for me. Going from silent bystander to co-savior of the world, or at least the district, is a huge jump for me, but I'll do my best to live up to your expectations," he said nervously, but with a new sense of confidence that he never felt before. He glanced over at Dahlia and saw her expression. It only took a second to recognize betrayal on a person's face, and he knew it well from the minor incidents he's watched between his classmates from afar, never once getting involved no matter how much he wanted to, yet Kiara does not seem very bothered by it. 'Is there still something I don't know about? If there is, I'm sure she'll explain it afterward," he speculated. She was clearly close friends with Kiara, but never heard a word of this before today. He judged that it was best to leave this between those two, and went in through the ladder behind Kiara.
"I do have one question. If this 'Xana' is a computer virus, how exactly are you fighting against it? I assume it would corrupt most data it came across if it's as strong as you say, unless it's only disguised as a virus; a program that's gained self-intelligence, working of its own accord," he stated from a logical perspective, "in which case, the means you have of defending against it must either be phenomenally advanced, or this virus isn't as powerful or smart as you make it out to be." He continued to climb down the ladder until they both reached the bottom with Dahlia following slowly behind. "Or more than a little bit of both," he implied aloud.
Calvin found a feeling of realization wash over him. She was helping to fight against them, not causing them. 'How could I think such a thing about her? There's no way she could have been causing them,' he thought as relief took hold in his chest. He instantly knew what he wanted to do. He was amazed at this newfound courage of his, but he acted on it nonetheless. He adjusted his glasses coolly.
"I see; I figured it was something like that. Well, now that you've told me; I want to help. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll gladly execute your needs. This might actually be a good change for me. Going from silent bystander to co-savior of the world, or at least the district, is a huge jump for me, but I'll do my best to live up to your expectations," he said nervously, but with a new sense of confidence that he never felt before. He glanced over at Dahlia and saw her expression. It only took a second to recognize betrayal on a person's face, and he knew it well from the minor incidents he's watched between his classmates from afar, never once getting involved no matter how much he wanted to, yet Kiara does not seem very bothered by it. 'Is there still something I don't know about? If there is, I'm sure she'll explain it afterward," he speculated. She was clearly close friends with Kiara, but never heard a word of this before today. He judged that it was best to leave this between those two, and went in through the ladder behind Kiara.
"I do have one question. If this 'Xana' is a computer virus, how exactly are you fighting against it? I assume it would corrupt most data it came across if it's as strong as you say, unless it's only disguised as a virus; a program that's gained self-intelligence, working of its own accord," he stated from a logical perspective, "in which case, the means you have of defending against it must either be phenomenally advanced, or this virus isn't as powerful or smart as you make it out to be." He continued to climb down the ladder until they both reached the bottom with Dahlia following slowly behind. "Or more than a little bit of both," he implied aloud.