[ Sinclair lets himself be pulled away and he doesn't bother looking back to see Katherine's aghast expression or the Coach's mixture of resignation and fury of being dismissed by a pair of kids. He focuses on Oria's hand in his, a warm anchor that keeps his thoughts from getting too dark. It doesn't stop him from chewing at his thumb nail, an awful habit he thought he got rid of when he cut them short.]
... thanks. I don't think I could...
[ Keep his cool. Avoid getting shocked by whoever held his leash now. He doesn't want Oria to see that. Aria held that before, but she used it to keep him safe from the higher ups, to make him look like a perfectly tame weapon]
... do you really think they'll stop us from being Gauntlet Knights?
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... thanks. I don't think I could...
[ Keep his cool. Avoid getting shocked by whoever held his leash now. He doesn't want Oria to see that. Aria held that before, but she used it to keep him safe from the higher ups, to make him look like a perfectly tame weapon]
... do you really think they'll stop us from being Gauntlet Knights?