<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Noah had the blind sort of optimism that Shiloh had long wished he could afford. He didn't care much to think of Noah as a dumb jock with no idea of how the world worked, because that simply was not the case, but he definitely didn't have a fully working knowledge of hardship. The guy's parents had enough money to put him through college without breaking a sweat. That gave one a certain touch of privilege that Shiloh had never known, nor had he ever understood.<br/>
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But it was alright. They had their differences, but it had never impacted their friendship. Not once. And so he smiled good-naturedly as Noah told him what his task entailed, what was coming up next for him. Thus far, it sounded like he was something of an intern - but an intern to a Super was pretty spectacular. How many people their age could claim that?<br/>
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"I guess it takes, what, some years before they decide you're good enough to go out on your own?" Shiloh raised his cup for a long drink, now that it had cooled enough not to burn his tongue. "Makes sense. Otherwise, they're throwing you to the wolves. Training is one thing, reality is another. I assume." He shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly have no idea. They don't really tell us Normies very much about what goes on in Programs, or how the transition is afterward."<br/>
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Not that Shiloh was <i>entirely</i> normal. His abilities simply weren't as impressive. Owing to his original application for the Program some years back, he had made his way onto the National C-Class Registry - B-Class tended to have abilities with more practical applications, where C-Class had fewer, if any - but by all accounts he was still a normal private citizen. Not entitled to the need-to-know, which he supposed was for the best. He didn't have much room in his life for any additional stresses.<br/>
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"But hey. You're out now. So I guess... I mean, you're still based here, right?" he queried. "It's not like we're just going to do this, have coffee, and then go another five years." He paused, uncertain, his brow furrowing under the weight of that high school awkwardness coming back full force. "... Right?"</span>