There was anguish in her fluctuating voice. To be looked in fear like that by someone she cared for so deeply must have hurt her.
Hmmm... I hummed silently.
But Nicodemus too... Does this matter really go that far?
Some kind of trauma for those ranked higher than him...no. PTSD, perhaps?
Eventually Chelsea sighed and slumped back in her sit, looking exhausted.
"Nico won't tell me anything. He won't let me help."
"Have you told the instructor?"
Chelsea shook her head slowly in response.
"That won't work coming from me. What exactly am i supposed to say when the person himself isn't complaining, especially when i don't have enough proof of anything."
That made sense.
I glanced outside the window, some time had already passed by now.
