Sarcus felt a pang of . . . was it guilt? Sadness? at Sonny's evident disappointment. No one seems to understand why I act the way I do. A small spark of anger made it's way into the loneliness he was beginning to feel. Why? What is it that I've done that's so wrong? I've spoken my mind. I explained how I feel, and why I feel that way, and give perfectly valid reasons for it, and yet somehow I'm still wrong. His internal monologue fell silent for a moment as he brooded. He started out of the gym, his unbuttoned shirt fluttering behind him. Sonny doesn't seem to be the type to force his view on others. Is he really that disappointed because I refuse to work with Maximus more than I have to? As if something that goes back almost as far as I can remember could just vanish in one training session. Was it because I said I didn't respect him? Admittedly, it's hard to say that without offending someone. He shook his head. I just don't know.
Eventually, Sarcus and his thoughts made their way down to the riverside, where he sat for a moment. This section was fairly close to the school, so it wasn't the best if one wanted solitude, but most students seemed to have headed home early to study. The area was blessedly quiet as a result. He laid down in the grass a few feet from the river with a thump, sighing. I'm sorry, he sent to his teammates. I just get us into trouble, don't I? In response, Absolution ambled up to him and laid beside him, his soft, well groomed fur brushing against his side. He reached out to pat the Dark-type, but flailed a bit when a loud roar in the distance startled him. After both of them got over their consternation, Absolution gave Sarcus a reproachful look. "What? You smacked me too," he said. Absolution replied by rolling his eyes and starting off toward the source of the noise. Their interest piqued, everyone on the team followed his lead.