The cold evening breeze moved through the trees with the patient indifference of weather that has no stake in human affairs.
On a worn-out park bench sat two figures.
Quara.
And the mysterious boy, face hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, radiating the energy of someone who has watched too many villain origin stories and taken notes.
They were supposed to be creating an evil master plan.
Things were not going well.
· · ·
Quara crossed his arms with the gravity of a professional.
Quara: "Let's approach this carefully. We need a method to remove Soka from our path without direct confrontation."
The mysterious boy nodded with equal gravity.
Mysterious boy: "Agreed."
Quara: "Tanya is important to him. That's the lever."
Mysterious boy: "Right."
Quara: "We use that connection somehow."
Mysterious boy: "Exactly."
Quara: "So. What's the plan."
Silence.
Mysterious boy: "I have one."
Quara's eyes lit up.
Quara: "Finally. Tell me."
Mysterious boy: "We search the internet."
A pause so long it developed its own weather system.
Quara: "I'm sorry."
Mysterious boy: "The internet has answers for everything—"
Quara: "You want to search the internet."
Mysterious boy: "It's a resource—"
Quara: "For our evil plan."
Mysterious boy: "For inspiration—"
Quara: "That is the single most useless suggestion I have received this month. Possibly this year."
Mysterious boy: "What? I'm being practical—"
Quara: "What would you even search? How to manipulate someone through their girlfriend?"
Mysterious boy: "I was thinking something like—" He pulled out his phone and typed with genuine focus. "— 'how to use someone's relationship against them.'"
Quara: "That's going to put us on a government list."
Mysterious boy: "Oh."
Mysterious boy: "What about 'how to make someone feel bad without getting in trouble.'"
Quara: "Also a list."
Mysterious boy: "Hm."
Mysterious boy: "'How to convince a person using their girlfriend.'"
Quara: "That one's for a completely different kind of website."
Mysterious boy: "Oh NO—"
Quara: "Close the phone."
Mysterious boy: "Closed. It's closed."
· · ·
Ten minutes later.
No plan.
Twenty minutes later.
Still no plan.
Quara was staring at the trees with the expression of a man reconsidering his life choices.
Mysterious boy: "What if we—"
Quara: "No."
Mysterious boy: "You didn't hear it—"
Quara: "The face you made before saying it told me everything."
Mysterious boy: "My face is expressive—"
Quara: "Your face said 'I have a bad idea and I'm excited about it.' I don't need more information."
The mysterious boy closed his mouth.
Opened it again.
Mysterious boy: "What if—"
Quara: "Still no."
Mysterious boy: "HOW DO YOU KNOW—"
Quara: "Same face."
· · ·
Forty minutes later.
The mysterious boy had somehow opened short videos.
Mysterious boy: "Bro."
Quara: "What."
Mysterious boy: "Look at this cat."
Quara: "We're supposed to be—"
Mysterious boy: "Just look."
Quara leaned over with the reluctance of someone who knows they're going to lose this argument.
The cat on the screen was wearing tiny sunglasses and sitting in a miniature chair like it owned a business.
Silence.
Quara: "...Okay that's actually impressive."
Mysterious boy: "Right? Watch the next one."
Quara: "We really shouldn't—"
Mysterious boy: "It's a dog trying to catch its tail and getting dizzy—"
Quara: "Show me."
· · ·
One hour later.
Both of them were laughing so hard that tears had formed.
Mysterious boy: "DID YOU SEE HIM FALL INTO THE FOUNTAIN—"
Quara: "HE LOOKED SO CONFIDENT BEFORE—"
Mysterious boy: "Play it again—"
Quara: "No no — watch this one first—"
Mysterious boy: "HAHAHA — THE PIGEON—"
Quara: "THE PIGEON JUST STOOD THERE—"
Mysterious boy: "COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED—"
Quara: "ABSOLUTE PIGEON ENERGY—"
They were essentially lying on the bench at this point, completely defeated by a compilation of bird videos.
Then Quara froze.
He sat up slowly.
Quara: "Wait."
Mysterious boy: "What?"
Quara: "Were we doing something?"
The mysterious boy thought about it.
Mysterious boy: "...We were."
Quara: "Something important."
Mysterious boy: "...Yes."
Quara: "A plan."
Mysterious boy: "...Oh."
Both of them looked at each other.
Both: "We completely forgot."
A pause.
Mysterious boy: "How long were we watching videos?"
Quara checked his phone.
Quara: "An hour and forty minutes."
Mysterious boy: "..."
Quara: "..."
Mysterious boy: "The cat content was worth it."
Quara: "We are terrible at this."
Mysterious boy: "We're excellent at other things."
Quara: "Name one thing."
Mysterious boy: "...Finding good videos."
Quara: "That is not a villainous skill."
Mysterious boy: "It's a skill."
· · ·
After twenty more minutes of actual focused thinking — with the videos closed and the phones face-down — the mysterious boy raised a finger.
Mysterious boy: "Fake threat."
Quara: "Explain."
Mysterious boy: "Nothing dangerous. Just something that makes Soka come to a specific location at a specific time."
Quara turned this over carefully.
Quara: "Use Tanya's account. A message that seems like harassment. Soka shows up to handle it."
Mysterious boy: "And we're waiting."
Quara: "And we control the situation."
Both of them nodded with the satisfaction of people who have arrived somewhere after a very long detour.
Mysterious boy: "Should we write this down?"
Quara: "Absolutely. Before we forget again."
Mysterious boy: "Should I make a note on my phone?"
Quara: "Not near the video app."
Mysterious boy: "I'll use a separate app."
Quara: "Good."
Mysterious boy: "What if the separate app has recommendations—"
Quara: "Don't open the recommendations."
Mysterious boy: "Right."
Quara: "I mean it."
Mysterious boy: "I understand."
Quara: "If I see one bird video—"
Mysterious boy: "I will not open the recommendations."
· · ·
⟡ Several Days Later
The mysterious boy arrived carrying his phone with the energy of someone who has accomplished something significant.
Mysterious boy: "I found Tanya's account."
Quara looked up from his textbooks. Multiple textbooks. Spread across the desk with color-coded notes.
Quara: "You did it?"
Mysterious boy: "Obviously. Show some faith."
Quara: "Show me."
The mysterious boy prepared to hand over the phone. Quara reached for it. Then stopped. Held up a hand.
Quara: "Actually. Don't."
Mysterious boy: "What? Why—"
Quara: "I have exams."
The mysterious boy stared at the textbooks. Then at Quara. Then at the textbooks again.
Mysterious boy: "You are simultaneously planning a scheme and color-coding study notes."
Quara: "Education doesn't pause for schemes."
Mysterious boy: "Most people would pick one—"
Quara: "Most people are not me."
Mysterious boy: "Is that a good thing?"
Quara: "I have a 94 average. You decide."
Mysterious boy: "..."
Quara began packing his books.
Mysterious boy: "Where are you going?"
Quara: "Home. I need to be back before eight."
Mysterious boy: "We're mid-plan—"
Quara: "The plan can wait until after the exam."
Mysterious boy: "What's at eight?"
Quara paused.
Quara: "My sister checks if I'm home."
The mysterious boy blinked.
Mysterious boy: "You're scared of your sister."
Quara: "I didn't say scared—"
Mysterious boy: "You absolutely implied scared—"
Quara: "I said she checks—"
Mysterious boy: "And you're making sure to be home before she does. Which is scared."
Quara's expression became extremely serious — more serious than anything he'd produced all evening, including the parts about the plan.
Quara: "You don't understand."
Mysterious boy: "Explain it to me."
Quara: "She is not like other people."
Mysterious boy: "How so."
Quara: "She has a very particular way of expressing disappointment."
Mysterious boy: "What kind of way."
Quara: "The kind that involves objects."
Mysterious boy: "..."
Quara: "I need to go."
Mysterious boy: "Understood. Go."
Quara left with the focused purpose of someone operating on a deadline they take very seriously.
The mysterious boy watched him go.
Mysterious boy: "He plans schemes against high schoolers but runs from his sister."
He thought about this.
Mysterious boy: "Honestly, relatable."
· · ·
⟡ Neora — Final Examination Day
The classroom had achieved the specific suffocating silence of a room full of people who wish they were anywhere else.
Pens against paper. The occasional suffering exhale. The teacher's footsteps, slow and deliberate, the walk of someone who has all the time in the world.
Aerion worked through the questions with calm efficiency. Arora wrote beside him with the focused confidence of someone who studied and is now collecting her investment.
Reno looked like he was in combat.
Soka looked like he had lost the combat.
· · ·
Soka leaned approximately two centimeters toward Arora.
Arora didn't look up.
Arora: "No."
Soka: "I haven't said anything—"
Arora: "You leaned. I know the lean."
Soka: "I'm just stretching—"
Arora: "You stretched in my direction with your eyes on my paper."
Soka: "That's a coincidence—"
Arora: "Soka."
Soka: "...Please."
Arora: "You spent your study time talking to Tanya."
Soka: "Love is a priority—"
Arora: "So are your grades."
Soka: "They can't both be first—"
Arora: "Then you made a choice and now you're experiencing the consequences. That's called growth."
Soka: "That's called suffering—"
Arora: "Same thing. Keep writing."
Reno heard all of this and started shaking with suppressed laughter.
Soka pointed at him without turning his head.
Soka: "Why are you laughing. Do you know the answers."
Reno: "No."
Soka: "Then what are you happy about."
Reno: "Now we're suffering together. It feels less lonely."
Soka: "That's not friendship."
Reno: "That's brotherhood."
Soka: "Brotherhood would be helping me—"
Reno: "Brotherhood is suffering alongside you with good energy."
Soka: "I don't want good energy I want answers—"
Teacher: "Is there a problem?"
Entire row: "No."
Silence. Writing resumed.
Thirty seconds passed.
Reno leaned toward Aerion approximately one millimeter.
Reno: "Question four."
Aerion: "No."
Reno: "Just the first part—"
Aerion: "No."
Reno: "Not the answer. Just a hint—"
Aerion: "No."
Reno: "What if I phrase it as a question so it seems like conversation—"
Aerion: "I will move my paper."
Reno: "You wouldn't."
Aerion moved his paper.
Reno: "You would."
Aerion: "I did."
Reno stared at the wall with the expression of a man who has been failed by everyone he trusted and has made peace with it.
Reno: "Fine. I'll figure it out myself."
He looked at question four.
Reno: "...Actually, wait. I know this one."
Aerion: "Good."
Reno: "Wait. No I don't."
Aerion: "Keep trying."
Reno: "The confidence left as fast as it arrived."
Soka: "Same."
Reno: "We're genuinely the same person."
Soka: "Please don't say that."
· · ·
⟡ After School
The doors opened and students flooded out with the specific energy of people who have been through something and survived it. The sun was doing its best. The air felt like freedom.
Aerion, Reno, Arora, and Soka walked together down the street, nobody in a particular hurry, exams behind them like something dropped.
Reno: "We're done."
Soka: "We're done."
Reno: "It's over."
Soka: "It's over."
Reno: "I feel like I've been released from something."
Soka: "I feel like I've been through something."
Reno: "Same energy. Different direction."
Arora: "How do you think you did?"
Reno: "Question four was a surprise."
Arora: "In what way?"
Reno: "In the way that I didn't expect the answer to be what it was."
Arora: "What did you put?"
Reno: "...Something confident."
Arora: "Reno."
Reno: "Something very confident."
Aerion: "That's not an answer."
Reno: "It was my answer."
Soka: "I left three questions blank and wrote 'TBD' on one of them."
Everyone stopped walking.
Arora: "You wrote TBD."
Soka: "It stands for—"
Arora: "I know what it stands for—"
Soka: "I ran out of time—"
Arora: "You wrote To Be Determined on an exam."
Soka: "As a placeholder—"
Reno: "For what? For when you figure it out after they've graded it?"
Soka: "I panicked—"
Reno: "TBD." He turned to Aerion. "Bro wrote TBD."
Aerion pressed his lips together very carefully.
Soka: "Don't."
Aerion: "I'm not saying anything."
Soka: "Your face is saying something."
Aerion: "My face is neutral."
Soka: "Your face is trying to be neutral—"
Reno: "It's the most restrained face I've ever seen him make—"
Soka: "Can we move on—"
Arora: "TBD."
Soka: "ARORA—"
Arora: "I'm just repeating it—"
Soka: "PLEASE—"
· · ·
After the laughter had settled into the comfortable warmth of a good afternoon, Soka walked slightly quieter for a moment.
Aerion noticed.
Aerion: "What is it."
Soka: "...Something I need to tell you."
Everyone adjusted their attention.
Soka: "Tanya has been getting messages. From someone she doesn't know. Bothering her."
Aerion's expression changed — not dramatically, just the particular shift that happened when something registered as requiring attention.
Aerion: "What kind of messages."
Soka: "Annoying ones. Threatening to meet her. Telling her to come somewhere alone."
Reno cracked his knuckles. Not for effect — automatically, the way he always did when something shifted into a different category.
Reno: "Ohh?"
His smile arrived slowly. The one that wasn't warm.
Reno: "Ohhhhh?"
Arora: "Did she respond?"
Soka: "She told him to meet her at the Old Bridge."
Arora: "Alone?"
Soka: "She told me to come."
Reno immediately threw his arm around Soka's shoulders with the enthusiasm of a man who has been given a gift.
Reno: "Brother."
Soka: "Don't."
Reno: "It's been a genuinely long time—"
Soka: "I know what you're going to say—"
Reno: "Since I've properly—"
Soka: "Please don't—"
Reno: "Punched somebody."
Soka: "I knew it."
Reno: "I've been restrained lately. Practicing civility."
Aerion: "You punched someone last week."
Reno: "That was educational."
Aerion: "You said they looked at you wrong."
Reno: "And I educated them. On looking correctly."
Arora: "Old Bridge. Tonight?"
Soka: "Yeah."
Arora: "We're all going."
Soka: "Obviously."
Reno rubbed his hands together.
Reno: "I feel like my evening just improved dramatically."
Soka: "Try not to enjoy this so much."
Reno: "I make no promises."
· · ·
⟡ Old Bridge — Night
The river below reflected the city lights in long, shifting ribbons. The bridge itself was quiet — the kind of quiet that has edges to it.
Tanya, Soka, Aerion, Reno, and Arora stood in a loose group near the center of the bridge.
Waiting.
Reno: "How long have we been here."
Soka: "Four minutes."
Reno: "Feels like more."
Arora: "That's because you keep cracking your knuckles."
Reno: "I'm preparing."
Arora: "You've cracked them six times. There's nothing left to crack."
Reno: "I'm maintaining readiness."
Aerion: "You're going to hurt yourself before anyone else shows up."
Reno: "The body is a weapon. I'm warming it up."
Soka: "Please stop talking."
Then — a figure appeared from the far end of the bridge.
Moving with dramatic purpose. Hood slightly raised. Pointing finger extended.
Mysterious boy: "My associate is coming! And together we will—"
Nobody reacted.
Mysterious boy: "I said—"
Reno: "We heard you."
Mysterious boy: "You're not intimidated."
Reno: "Should we be?"
Mysterious boy: "Typically people are more—"
Reno: "You pointed at us dramatically and said 'my associate is coming.' That's not intimidating. That's a movie trailer."
The mysterious boy lowered his finger slowly.
Mysterious boy: "It was supposed to create atmosphere."
Arora: "What kind of atmosphere?"
Mysterious boy: "Menacing."
Arora: "It created confused."
Mysterious boy: "Those are similar—"
Aerion: "They're not."
Tanya looked at him.
Tanya: "Did you send those messages?"
Mysterious boy: "My associate and I sent—"
Tanya: "Did you send them."
Mysterious boy: "...Partially."
Tanya: "Partially."
Mysterious boy: "Collaboratively."
Tanya: "I see."
Reno studied the mysterious boy with the focused attention of someone doing threat assessment.
Reno: "How old are you."
Mysterious boy: "Seventeen."
Reno: "You look fifteen."
Mysterious boy: "I look dangerous—"
Reno: "You look like you missed dinner."
Mysterious boy: "I—"
Reno: "Did you eat?"
Mysterious boy: "That's not relevant—"
Reno: "Answer the question."
Mysterious boy: "...I had a snack."
Reno: "What kind of snack."
Mysterious boy: "A small one."
Reno: "You sent threatening messages and skipped dinner. I'm not even angry. I'm concerned."
Mysterious boy: "Stop being concerned—"
Reno: "Somebody should be—"
Then — footsteps. From the other direction.
Measured. Confident. With a hockey stick resting on one shoulder the way people carry things when they want them accessible.
Quara walked onto the bridge, tying a loose thread on his jacket as he went, looking at the group ahead with the expression of someone who has calculated this situation and found it satisfactory.
Then he saw Tanya.
He stopped.
The hockey stick nearly slid off his shoulder.
He looked at the mysterious boy.
Then at Tanya.
Then at the mysterious boy.
Then at Tanya again.
Quara: "No."
Mysterious boy: "Bro! There they—"
Quara: "Show me the account."
Mysterious boy: "What? We just got here—"
Quara: "SHOW ME THE ACCOUNT."
Confused, the mysterious boy opened his phone. Found the profile. Held it out.
Quara looked at the screen.
Then at Tanya.
Then at the screen.
The profile picture. The name. The details.
He looked like a man watching something in slow motion that he cannot stop.
Quara: "...Exactly as I feared."
Reno: "What's happening."
Aerion: "I have no idea."
Soka: "Why is he looking at Tanya like that—"
Tanya had been watching Quara since he appeared. Her expression had moved through recognition, confusion, and had now arrived at something considerably less friendly.
Tanya: "Quara."
The bridge went completely still.
Quara: "Big sister—"
Tanya: "Come here."
Quara: "Wait—"
Tanya: "NOW."
Quara: "If I could just explain—"
She was already moving.
GRAB.
Tanya caught his ear between two fingers with the precision of someone who has done this before and has a system.
Quara: "AAAAAAHHH—"
Tanya: "YOU."
Quara: "BIG SISTER—"
Tanya: "WERE YOU THE ONE SENDING THOSE MESSAGES?"
Quara: "It was more complicated than it—"
Tanya: "YOU LITTLE BRAT."
Quara: "OW — THE EAR — NOT THE EAR—"
On the other side of the bridge:
Aerion: "Big sister."
Reno: "...Big sister."
Soka: "BIG. SISTER."
All three of them looked at each other.
Reno: "Quara is Tanya's little brother."
Aerion: "Yes."
Reno: "Soka's girlfriend is the older sister of our school's mysterious transfer student."
Aerion: "Yes."
Reno: "Who was planning something against Soka."
Aerion: "Yes."
Reno: "Using Tanya's account."
Aerion: "Yes."
Reno: "His own sister's account."
Aerion: "Yes."
Reno: "To threaten his own sister."
Aerion: "...Yes."
Reno stared into the middle distance.
Reno: "The plan was to use Tanya against Soka — and Tanya is Quara's sister — meaning he was using his own sister as a tool against the person dating his own sister—"
Aerion: "Without knowing they were related."
Reno: "Without knowing they were—" He stopped. "He didn't know Soka was dating his sister."
Aerion: "And didn't know his sister was Soka's girlfriend."
Reno: "And Soka didn't know Quara was Tanya's brother."
Aerion: "Correct."
Reno: "This is the most chaotic situation I have ever witnessed in my seventeen years of life."
Soka was just standing there. Staring at Quara being dragged around by his ear. Looking like a man whose evening has gone in a direction he didn't have the architecture to anticipate.
Soka: "My girlfriend is his sister."
Reno: "Yes."
Soka: "He was planning something against me."
Reno: "Yes."
Soka: "Using her."
Reno: "Yes."
Soka: "Not knowing she was mine."
Reno: "Yes."
Soka: "..."
Reno: "..."
Soka: "Fate is genuinely unhinged."
Reno: "Completely."
Meanwhile —
Tanya: "YOU BROUGHT A HOCKEY STICK."
Quara: "I can explain that—"
Tanya: "TO A MEETING WITH MY BOYFRIEND—"
Quara: "It was for protection—"
Tanya: "FROM WHAT—"
Quara: "...General threats."
Tanya: "YOU ARE THE THREAT."
Quara: "That's a matter of perspective—"
Tanya: "IT'S NOT."
She looked at the hockey stick in her other hand. Then at him.
Quara followed her gaze.
His face changed.
Quara: "Big sister."
Tanya: "You brought my favorite."
Quara: "Big sister."
Tanya: "How thoughtful."
Quara: "BIG SISTER PLEASE—"
Reno leaned toward Aerion.
Reno: "I don't think he's surviving this evening."
Aerion: "Neither do I."
Reno: "Should we help him?"
Aerion: "I'm going to watch for one more minute and then decide."
Arora: "I'm going to watch for considerably longer than that."
The mysterious boy, who had been standing to the side this entire time watching events unfold, turned to Aerion.
Mysterious boy: "Is this normal for your group?"
Aerion: "Define normal."
Mysterious boy: "...Okay."
Quara ran.
Tanya followed.
The bridge echoed.
Quara: "BIG SISTER — PLEASE — I'M YOUR LITTLE BROTHER—"
Tanya: "EXACTLY. WHICH IS WHY I KNOW ALL YOUR WEAKNESSES."
Quara: "NOT THE FACE — I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW—"
Tanya: "THAT'S A FUTURE PROBLEM—"
Quara: "BIG SISTER—"
Tanya: "COME BACK HERE—"
Quara: "I AM GOING FASTER THAN I WAS—"
Tanya: "I AM ALSO GOING FASTER—"
Reno watched this with his arms crossed and the expression of a man at a fireworks show.
Reno: "This is the best thing that has happened this month."
Soka: "My relationship has become complicated."
Reno: "Your relationship has become legendary."
Soka: "Those aren't the same thing."
Reno: "Tonight they are."
Quara: "I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING—"
Tanya: "YOU'LL EXPLAIN IT WHILE RUNNING—"
Quara: "I CAN'T TALK AND RUN AT THE SAME TIME—"
Tanya: "PRACTICE—"
The mysterious boy, still standing next to Aerion, watched Quara disappear around the far end of the bridge with Tanya in close pursuit.
Mysterious boy: "...Should I run too?"
Aerion looked at him. Then at Reno.
Reno: "Can you run fast?"
Mysterious boy: "Moderately."
Reno: "Then yes."
The mysterious boy ran.
Reno: "HAHAHA—"
Arora: "You told him to run."
Reno: "I gave him honest advice—"
Arora: "You just wanted to watch more people flee—"
Reno: "I contain multitudes—"
Aerion leaned against the bridge railing and looked at the river below — at the city lights in the water, shifting and scattered, the particular beauty of a city seen from a bridge at night.
Soka appeared beside him.
Soka: "My girlfriend is Quara's sister."
Aerion: "Yes."
Soka: "And he was trying to use her against me."
Aerion: "Without knowing she was with you."
Soka: "Without knowing I existed in relation to her."
Aerion: "Yes."
A long pause.
Soka: "I don't know how to feel about this."
Aerion: "Give it a few minutes."
Soka: "What happens in a few minutes?"
Aerion: "You'll hear Quara yell something from wherever he's been chased to, and that'll help."
"BIG SISTER — NOT THE SHINS—"
Soka: "...Okay. That helped a little."
Aerion smiled.
Soka: "What do we do about him? Quara. Whatever he was planning."
Aerion looked at the water.
Aerion: "We figure out what it was first. Then we deal with it."
Soka: "And until then?"
Aerion: "Until then — his sister is handling him."
"I'M SORRY — I'M VERY SORRY—"
"YOU SHOULD BE—"
Soka: "...Effectively."
Aerion: "Very effectively."
They stood together on the bridge while the city moved below them, and from somewhere in the distance the sound of Quara's ongoing educational experience continued to drift back through the night air.
Reno appeared between them, arms around both their shoulders, wearing the expression of a completely satisfied person.
Reno: "Best. Evening. Ever."
Soka: "You have no standards."
Reno: "I have excellent standards. And this met all of them."
Arora joined them at the railing.
Arora: "Tanya is terrifying."
Soka: "I know."
Arora: "I respect her enormously."
Soka: "So do I."
Arora: "You should. She's dating you and disciplining your enemies simultaneously. That's exceptional multitasking."
Soka thought about this.
Soka: "...I'm going to marry her."
Reno: "BROTHER—"
Soka: "Too soon?"
Reno: "You've been dating for three weeks—"
Soka: "I know what I know."
Reno looked at Aerion.
Reno: "He knows what he knows."
Aerion: "He does."
The bridge settled back into its night quiet. The river moved below. The city lights held steady.
And from somewhere across the water —
"BIG SISTER I HAVE HOMEWORK—"
"FINISH IT TOMORROW—"
"I HAVE AN EXAM—"
"YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE—"
Reno: "He's going to be fine."
Aerion: "He'll survive."
Reno: "Build character."
Aerion: "Absolutely."
Reno: "Learn important lessons."
Aerion: "About planning. And sisters. And not using people you don't know are related to the person you're planning against."
Reno: "Valuable curriculum."
Soka: "Very specific."
Aerion: "Very applicable."
To be continued...