Alex left the infirmary, stomping away in a storm.
"Argh, that guy...!" he sighed heavily.
Victor's behavior was difficult—more so after what had just happened.
Alexander wasn't sure how to feel, whether to laugh or cry.
He had heard his *friend*—or classmate—had challenged another cadet to a duel and lost pathetically. After that, he was brought to the infirmary, where he was supposed to be patched up and attended to.
Victor was a bona fide loner with a cold, vague, and gloomy attitude. Surely, someone like that wouldn't have a single friend or acquaintance in an academy filled with teenagers and youth.
That meant Victor would have no one to comfort him when he woke up.
And so, Alexander decided to take on that role.
Why?
As Alexander walked away, his shoulders slightly slumped and drooping, he had a thought.
"Because we're..." he stopped.
Victor and Alex.
They were what?
