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As the group bickered on about who would be leader, Loki only got more and more annoyed with some of his squadmates. He didn't want a leader in the first place--He hated leadership. They always thought they were so great, so much better than everyone else, and they expected they suddenly had the power to boss everyone around.

That wasn't how Loki worked. He knew it, his teachers back at the academy knew it, and his fellow Knights were bound to realize it soon.

Another thing he had quickly grown to hate was that Sentrius acted like that despite the fact that he wasn't even elected their leader yet. He seemed like the kissing-up, arrogant, cock little knight who knew he was supposed to be great. Everyone must like him and his oh so charming personality, and Sentrius must be sure that everyone would love trailing after him like sheep after their shepherd. The thoughts made Loki's eyes narrow. It was all too smug, and he didn't feel that Sentrius deserved any of that, no matter how many times he had read the stupid Knight's handbook.

Considering his views on the whole matter, he never participated in the discussion, which was quickly becoming an argument anyway. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest, his eyes silently flickering over each person as they spoke. While he didn't think of Jove and Xeroux in the same bitter way which he did Sentrius, he didn't want either of them to be the squad's leader. Plainly put, he didn't want -anyone- to be elected their leader. As a squad, he thought that they should work together and fight through it all, not leave every single decision up to one person whom they thought qualified while standing around in a ship's kitchen.

Loki was relieved when the electoral process was finally broken up. Finally, another time without senseless bickering. He was long sick of it. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the wall, resting his eyes and trying to relax himself--It didn't take long. He was calm again in no time, though the irritating thoughts still crossed his mind now and again. After all, he was sure it wasn't over. They would all gather together again and try to force a leader upon themselves at some point or another. It was just a matter of time.