Han, who was more Han, than Jing—if 'Jing' could be used as some sort of adjective… was taken aback when the others, yes, people who he could recall interacting with but didn't really feel an exact connection with urge him to do things.
"Han, can I have a word with you?" Professor Owen asked.
"Uh… am I in trouble, Professor?" Han asked, because he had a gut instinct that he did, but for the love of all things—it wasn't exactly him either. Perhaps he would have done something as dangerous as revealing the existence of other Races in contact with him if it did him any good.
On the contrary, all Han ever wanted was to study and make something for himself.
"In trouble? Why would you be in trouble in Professor Liddell's books?" Sir Leon de Harrington laughed a little as class ended for them.
Donovan rolled his eyes. "Well, he isn't exactly paying attention to the lecture and exams are coming up."
