I looked at Synna as she began to pace around the room with a neutral expression on her face. But after living with arrogant pricks for 15 years of my life, I could see that she was nervous.<br/>"...like you don't belong here?" I said. I have faced with those kind of situations way too many times. I remember the many times when I was forced to go to places where I have to meet with complete strangers. Did I mention they were arrogant pricks too?<br/><br/>"I know how you feel. That feeling that you just don't fit in....it sucks. And those looks that people give you...." I said, remembering the looks people gave her at the thought of her being a clan head at an early age, filled with pity, envy, and the thought that I would not be strong enough to handle it.<br/><br/>".....you just have to endure it. Just get stronger, and show them that you're better. And when you're at the top, and they are down crying about their failures, they would finally see that you're mush better!" I said.<br/>"Oh, and about your clothes problem, I can give you some clothes if you want."