[Everything's happening so fast. Is this what devouring someone is like? Memories he can't reconcile. Thoughts drifting through his head unbidden. He's even starting to consider himself a school punk, with how his thoughts and actions carry him.

Victor's stuck in the chair and listens to those last words. They hit home with him and he tries to focus. These other memories get pushed aside and he idles as others rush out. He's got to get a handle on this.

It's then he catches sight of the pale girl with the red eyes and probably stares longer than he should. Her words break whatever fog was stalling him and he responds back.]

I just need a moment to think then I'll be out of your way.

[He doesn't know her. He doesn't recognize her. He does recognize something about her. It is right there at the edge of his thoughts. A word that is very familiar to him but very unfamiliar to the "him" that has a history in this school.]

Actually, no, lets start with you. Who made...

[God damn it. Not here. There's still others. He bites his tongue, literally. The pained look contorts his face as he also bites back some choice vulgarities.]

Who sent you?