Father Voltaire
A Necessary Evil
|Auditorium Study Hall|
|Having a little conversation again|
Damian was re-reading his previous chapter in Geology. Or pretending too. He left a page open, flipping it once every minute and a half or so. When in reality he was speaking to Lance again. Through a sort of telepathy. They were speaking more about the whole Hollowing issue. "...So you see, the dangers of allowing me to Hollow? But... I can also disband myself from you--" Damian shook his head frantically in disdain. "No! Not at all. If I'm without you, how will I help the others? Our only choice is to see what this 'Cecelia' has to offer. Do you know who her host is?" Lance groaned. "No... I should've gotten that information but it didn't cross my mind. I'm not even sure if she has one yet." Damian began tapping his fingers on the open page of his text. From the corner of his eye he saw the Study Hall captor taking rounds on the students. This cued him to flip a page again and try to act natural. "Well... I've been running into every new host ever. So I may be able to find who her host is. Though, this manhunt thing isn't my forte. Nor do I like seeking out for people. I don't know. You keep to speaking to Cecelia, I'll look for her host. If she exists." Damian looked about the auditorium to see if he noticed anyone who struck out. But everything looked particularly normal, all considering. Damian blew from his nose. Today was going to be another busy day...
"Yes? Then you must have a Zodiac of your own. Regulars aren't able to see a Zodiac. Dear, oh dear..." Damian ran a finger through his hair, stuffing it behind his ears to try and keep it out of his face. "I'll... I gotta get to class. I'll see you soon, Farra. Please, be careful. I feel like the Doomsayer of hosts now." Damian slouched his shoulders and gave Farra a small, but sincere wave goodbye as he left to his first class of the day. Lance returned to his dark void from whence he came.