Killian looked away from the platinum door towards his brother's retreating figure and followed.
The thought that his mother had packed something up for him shouldn't excite him as much.
But he couldn't help but feel curious about it. He had made sure to pack his bags completely before leaving to find Quara that day, and it seemed Keith had to be tasked to bring everything.
'Well, at least there's no Light User in my room so I can rest easy.'
'This trial might just go easily from here. What could go wrong?'
But he had a violent awakening within the next five minutes.
Anything that could go wrong, would go wrong.
Those were phrases Killian had heard from his father growing up but he brushed it off as words from a judgmental old man's mouth.
His back stayed pressed to the wall, while muttering prayers to his mother's ancestors that the blond boy hadn't seen him, or at least noticed what he had noticed.
