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<br/>​</div>Prof. Umbervyn's advice was sound - Akena knew this since she'd come up with similar ideas previously. She stayed focused on her task, thanking the instructor for his time, but noting the other team out of the corner of her eye. LITE had left, much to her chagrin, but WRTH was still around. They seemed effective enough, and each of them clearly demonstrated proficiency, save for one. Akena couldn't quite get a read on that girl, who seemed to be crying. Her teammates did not seem to care, which just struck Akena as counter-productive. Why even be on a team if there was no support? Better to be solo at that point.<br/><br/>Her team seemed proficient enough, though Karmyne's blunder made her sigh internally. It was a simple mistake, and yet their redheaded teammate seemed to take it so personally. When they were dismissed, Akena walked over to the gash in the floor she had left, observing it, then gazing at the singe mark on the wall. So much raw power and talent, and yet so little confidence. Akena felt frustrated - the girl obviously had potential, and she probably knew what the problem was, but how best to draw out that potential?<br/><br/>"You did fine. Mistakes aren't a big deal, just take them in stride and learn from them." It wasn't exactly sage or creative advice, but Akena felt like she had to say something at this point. She wasn't sure if she should be putting a hand on her shoulder, or looking at her in the eyes, or how to best go about it. Akena just settled for sort of looking at her face. "You've got some serious power, so much that I'm a tad jealous. Don't take your mistakes as a personal failure. You have talent, but it just needs refinement. Everyone with any real skill got there because they practiced and failed, regardless of talent."<br/><br/>Nekro had walked off, and one of the members of WRTH seemed to be gazing their way. Warren, Akena recalled. Akena returned his gaze with a wiggle of the eyebrows and a toothy grin. "What a buncha morose motherfuckers."<br/><br/>Had she said that out loud? Akena cleared her throat. Nekro had disappeared, but she was just used to that at this point. He could take care of himself.<br/><br/>"Anyway, where's the next class? I'm hoping my advanced dust mechanics is today, I've been looking forward to that one."