Vorden hearing about Quinn in class was, possibly, one of the worst times it could've happened. It wasn't that Vorden was incapable of helping, but rather something else.
It was in fact that it wasn't just him who heard it, but also the little one.
He rose up, tears falling from his eyes. If Vorden didn't deal with this situation now, it could prove catastrophic.
The little one was special out of the three, as he had the unique capability of pushing anyone off the chair of control. No one else could take back control when he was in it. The problem was that he lacked any sense of restraint, acting often childish, which came with its own set of risks.
It wasn't that Vorden didn't want him to have a happy life and to one day have control over the chair in a safe way, but the little one simply didn't have the social skills to maintain their secret.
Immediately, Vorden got off the chair, and ran over to the little one.
"Raten, take control!"
