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Gunter flinched, then looked up at Emory's question. He looked straight into her eyes, and for a brief moment, reflected in his eyes were the horrors and griefs and fear of the war. And then they vanished. His eyes flicked around the room as if he was checking where he was. He sighed and then looked ashamed.

"Ehm, you saw that? It was nothing, just... battle-fatigue, I think." He shook his head, waving his hand in dissmissal of what had just happened. However, an expression of fear flashed across his face. He glanced back at Emory, a thought passing through his mind. An idea of trust. He waved it away. "It was nothing." He lied, nodding confidently. "I apologize." The boy tried desperately to regain his composure, but he soon found this impossible. His composure was off frolicking somewhere without him. So instead he just cleared his throat and stood up abruptly, rudely jumping away from Emory's comforting arm. He tried with difficulty to focus on Gavin and... what was that other guy's name again? Oh, well. He tried to focus, but his brain had gotten so scrambled that he found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything. He blinked a few times, shook his head to clear it, and stared at Gavin and the new guy with laser-like intensity, which might have looked a little creepy. But hey! You do what you need to do.