“Alright, Verge. Go on and do your thing, and be careful around the twins, alright? You know how they get…” Blake patted his son’s shoulder, then gently pushed him towards the doors.
“I’ll be fine, dad” Verge spun around, smirking as usual, and met Blake’s eyes directly. “You know the twins like me as much as they like anyone. They aren’t so bad when you’re a deception mirror anyway.” He waved his hand flippantly, very clearly not concerned.
“Say what you will.” Blake smiled back at the boy, “you know I’m uneasy around them.” Well, “them” actually being “him”, meaning Gale, whose catlike Summon had once tried to eat Blake’s own. Now, the part of him bound to the summon expected such behaviour from the much younger boy ever time. It wasn’t quite fear, exactly. It was just an instinctive distrust.
“Yeah dad, Kay, bye.” Verge disappeared through the doors while Blake, shaking his heading, walked to his office for yet another boring day.
Verge, meanwhile, found the arena empty except for an unconscious man, no twins in sight. Used to such tricks, he called up his own Summon, which leapt out in a battle stance, then turned around and shrugged, of all things, before vanishing. Not here then… What a bother
Calling someone to take care the guy and already composing excuses, the young man began to wander around the base, searching for the children he was supposed to be working with that morning. He hadn’t expected to find them in the cafeteria – he had just ducked in to grab a snack – but there they were, munching away.
“Gale! Olive!” he called out. “Would you, by any chance,” and that chance was very very high, “know why, the trainee WE” he emphasized the word, indicating the three of them, “were supposed to work with was unconscious in the training arena where we,” again with the emphasis, though the gesture was absent this time, “were supposed to meet? And yet you are here. I wonder why?” His eyes, steady on them, said that he wasn’t actually wondering and actually quite openly accused them.