Entheo
See Entheo. Look at all the damage your pranks can cause. This guy thought you were hiding from him.
Eh who cares. Let him think what he wants.
Entheo sighed, meeting the professors gaze with his own, unmoving like a statue, even when the cane pressed against his forehead. "Everyone carries the burden of mortality. I'm the kind of person who believes in stronger people, not lighter loads. I spoke up without realizing most people forget about that burden as they go about their daily lives. I think it was the right thing to remind them of that."
Then, Entheo lowered his eyes at him, frowning. "You say you don't have beef, but your asking I apologize. What do you consider yourself some hero? You can't protect everyone, especially not on your own."
You hypocrate. Weren't you going to "save" those girls in the cafe?
Don't give me that. We both know I did that because their pessimism was bringing down the mood, plus its my job. Its not some self righteous idealism.
The red orb transformed into a ghostly form of Gezo, striking a pose similar to him at the cafe. One arm out, a knife pointed towards the would be Forest's throat. I can't turn my back on souls so tortured. If you don't want to die, then cling to life with all you have, he said, putting one arm dramatically over his forehead and striking a pose that looked like it belonged in a melodramatic theater play. Quit pretending you don't have a soft spot for people stumbling in the game of life. You don't have to do your job here.
Why is everyone grilling me right now?