Instructor Rhaelis narrowed her eyes.
'Is he one of them?' She wondered. 'Commoners that cry about unfairness.'
"A stretch?" She repeated.
Luca said nothing.
A few seconds passed in silence before he sighed, scratched the back of his head and looked away.
"I have paid attention from the beginning." He said. "So, it is a stretch to claim that I haven't for just a fraction of a moment where I was lost in thoughts."
Rhaelis rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
"Should I test your claim?"
Luca looked straight at her. A vague smile grew on his face.
"Do as you wish. You are the Instructor."
Perhaps it was because of the leisurely manner in which the Cadet spoke with their Instructor, but the boys had begun to wonder if there was some connection between them.
After all, they were aware of the one Cadet who was killed during their tasks.
