The stage was still quiet and Killian preferred it. He quickly removed himself away from the arena, looking around to find his friends.
His eyes darted left and right, mostly watching the legs of the people he passed until he met someone familiar. He moved through the corridor, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea.
No one made eye contact or spoke with him as he passed. He even heard a few sighs of relief. Killian's shoulders lowered as he left the areas around the stage.
He rested his back on the walls and slowly dropped to the ground. "I hate this…."
It would've been better if he never came to the academy than to have arrived and people avoided him like he was the plague. Just because he arrived in messy clothes.
"You are thinking too simply, Killian. People fear what they don't understand and you can be quite hard to understand."
'It is just blood. What's so hard to understand?'
