Leira was their senior by several years, this Sil knew to be a fact.
The way she held herself was full of grace and composure. Though her humility as she talked to them as peers betrayed none of it, and though she would never talk down to them, he could see it in her eyes that she was indulging them. Found them endearing.
She stood as a prominent maternal figure where many of them had been uprooted from their lives before.
Sil himself was no different in that regards, though it wasn't a particular happenstance, but rather his incriminating blood that justified his admission into Lacore. The public was growing restless and demanded ever greater vigilance over the Enhanced.
He clung to her side, for she treated him far better than any of his peers, both in and out of the academy. Besides, no one would mistreat him, not while Leira was around.
Leira herself found Sil an adorable character, who on occasion worried her. For he seemed in sparse moments, far wiser than was belied by his diminutive form. She saw his weary eyes, the fatigue that went beyond the mere corporeal form.
Sil was tired of life.
It was a dangerous thing to be, such listlessness, for those who have lost sight of the path, easily stray from the same and become lost.
Tragedy was abound everywhere, if one were to but look.
And it was the same deadly apathy that she had witnessed, and which had led to her admission into Lacore.
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