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continues to grab the handles of her dark red bag, instead of balancing it on her shoulder before muttering something:

—We can't assure anyone, Angel.—

I remain static, not on the grounds that his words insult or annoy me, but because maybe, and maybe, he's right. Maybe I could have done something earlier to fix this whole circumstance, but currently I feel like I can't assure anyone this time, not Dark Potland and its occupants, not even my own crowd. All in all, I previously bombed Greece, frustrated him by not having the option of thinking he's alone and am currently meeting the cost as I have lost his trust.

During lunch and after my meeting with Greece in the changing areas, I try to chat with Sasha, to blow off some steam to release the weight of guilt that I carry on my shoulders, however, I can't find her anywhere. The moment I understand that I can't possibly find him via instant message, I give up and choose to keep my feelings to myself.

Later, in correspondence science cla