[Sadrain]

November 29th, Chicago; Base.

"Then I will stop by tomorrow. Good luck," Elek nodded and left. He sensed that Eve might not think of him highly, but her reasons did not grow from the fact he was blind, and that was a rare trait. Only few people looked past the fact and simply forgot or didn't accept it. They then became his friends. And although the man wasn't sure Eve would ever be friends with him, there was a chance they would earn each other's respect. And that, in this wretched world where everything was based on one's powers and position, was such a precious thing.

Aiolia had watched the small word exchange from afar, and her thoughts grew a little heavy. She wished she could know what either of them were thinking, or that she could beat Eve... Be helpful. The more gifted people came, the harder it was to be the useless one. And although Elek never made her notice that, and made her feel worthy, Aiolia knew that when time would come, he would have to rely on the changed ones, on Eve... Would she eventually be cast away? No, Elek thought of her as friend. But friend only. With a sigh, she turned around and left, to have few hours of sleep.