But it wasn't great. Terra wanted to stop Ven, to try and explain. But what could he say that Ven would believe and that would make it better? Maybe Ven just needed time? Terra wasn't sure about that, Ven would probably make it worse with his own thoughts.

Terra moved to get up, but Ven was already across the cafeteria. Damn the boy was fast. "Ven!"

It was too late. The doors were already closing. Terra dropped back into his seat, food pretty much forgotten by this point. He put his head in his hands, "Great. Now what do we do?"