"Watson, why aren't you sitting with us?"
Luceethe approached Watson who sat far from their usual seat.
Watson looked up to him and asked, "Aren't you angry at me?"
"Why would I? You have nothing to do with my family problem."
Watson studied Luceethe. His eyes were swollen and it's obvious that he didn't sleep last night. Watson doesn't get why Luceethe was acting tough but at the same time he was proud of him for coping fine.
"Oh, I thought you were angry at me."
"I am not, so sit with us again."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I am angry at Ate Klay."
Luceethe paused for a moment and that's only when he recalled about the blood and vines that he forgot to know detail because something major happened to him.
"That's right, what happened to the both of you? I know what you said to the grandmaster was just an excuse."
"Hmm. Ate Klay attacked and hurt Ernesto. That's why."
"What?"
