As Marlow walked toward them, West raised his middle finger.
"What about this, huh? Want to put a bet on it too?" He shouted
A few recruits laughed. Marlow stopped and grinned. "Careful, West. I take bets on how long people live as well."
"Then fuck off," West said.
On the other side of the courtyard, Kessel was standing and resting his body on a the stone pillar as he watch.
He was tossing and catching a small stone with his eyes moving from Nymeria to Reynold, then back to Nymeria.
He hate the two.
He hate Nymeria because of her privilege as the Viceroy's daughter. She is living a normal life while his little sister that has the same mind magic as her is living at the enclave and she only gets to see the outside world when the council wants to use them.
And Reynold... Kessel's face turn in to a frown.
At the welcome party, that boy punched him and Kessel did not get to put him back in his place, and now the whole base is making him relevant.
