Since nothing will change, whether or not he thinks about it, then there is no use dwelling on such things. Yang slowly put the small notes away when he spotted something. Beneath yet another stack of notes, there was a small and yet bright red colored notebook. 'That's her journal, isn't it?' Cynthia must have placed it with the rest of these notes. That woman really does interfere far too much.
Yang still doesn't understand what her intention is. Even if he keeps disobeying her. Why is she going so far as to help him out?
His gaze fell on the girl who stirred awake; he was still crouched down on the ground. So, when she did wake up. She looked around, confused. "Yang?"
Yang's lips curve to a smile, 'So, she looks for him the first thing she wakes up?' That's good to know. He stood up, and she glanced over at him. Setsura extended her hand out, and Yang grabbed hold of it.
"Good morning Yang."
"Morning."
