Over the next few days, Tristan stayed alone, walked alone, ate alone, and went about his duty alone. Viera had listened to him and had stayed away enough for him to begin to wish she hadn't. He could not do anything about it, however.
At some point, Tristan finally settled on the fact that he had acted in the heat of the moment and wondered if that trait would be a detail he needed to deal with before he grew. He pushed the matter to another time.
Moreover, his topic had quickly become a popular one after one entire week of loneliness. No one could approach him because of the aura he carried. It was menacing and spoke of anger.
The latter part was true because, with each passing day, he grew angrier at his adopted sister. If he could even call her that.
Stella had started to become a stranger, but this truth further hurt him when after two weeks of back-to-back classes, he managed to stumble upon her interaction with another classmate.
