The funeral procession seemed rather strange and not at all what he remembered when his mother passed away. Or really, anything he'd ever seen. It was still a funeral, but it was almost a warped version of it. It didn't bother him, although he was certain that most of his classmates would be alarmed. Still, the tense atmosphere made him uneasy and he couldn't help but get the feeling that there was more to this all than he was privy to. If he felt like an outsider before, it only compounded as things dragged on and the odd rites were performed. He knew that this girl had been killed in that freakish bloodbath that had been all over the news, but hadn't turned up enough clues for anyone to know what the hell was going on. Was she involved in something? The uneasiness and feeling of eyes on him penetrated his skin like the talons of a chimera. Sebastian's arms were awash with goosebumps and his heart rate had spiked considerably.<br/><br/>It was then that he noticed something else that was unusual. Every single person here except him was a female. What did that mean? Why was his mind racing with all of this? He was only here to pay respect to a schoolmate. There was nothing to be alarmed about. The girl was different; no big deal. There were a lot of people who were different and not dangerous at all. As he was lost in thought, a bright red-haired girl in a black dress brushed up against him and jostled him from his detached thoughts.<br/><br/>Reflexively, he moved back away from the girl as she brushed against him. Although he was quite respective of the space of others, particularly women, he couldn't determine whether the reflex was a result of that alone or due to being somewhat spooked after all of the anxiety probing his mind. On the one hand, Sebastian tended to create space between him and other people by reflex; it was likely a learned reflex either fostered by his mother or by him as a deliberate attempt to differentiate himself from his hyper-aggressive father. At times, it had been a source of frustration for women who tried to move on him subtly through physicality. Still, something felt different about the way he moved when the girl brushed into him than usual.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he spoke up with a polite and sincere tone, but it didn't sound deferential or submissive. "Was kind of lost in thought. Didn't mean to get in your way."