This whole situation was beyond Sebastian's ability to process. If these women had just told him they were witches combating some kind of demon, he'd have thought they were crazy people and headed for the hills. Well, he still wasn't sure that they weren't crazy people. What he did know though was that there was more to this than just some delusional fantasy world. He had experienced things that were impossible to ignore, and as of now, these were the only people he could gather information from. And really, who else would he talk to about this? Anyone from school would think he'd lost his mind, and his father...<br/><br/>Sebastian shuddered to think what his father would say about it. In fact, how was he even going to explain his disappearance or... really anything? He supposed he could just say nothing; his dad might not even realize he was gone. In the meantime though, he had to figure out more about what was going on. Every fiber of his being just wanted to lay down, curl up in a ball, and pretend none of this ever happened. The trauma of everything was still warping his mind, but the adrenaline in his chest made him adamant about doing something about this. More to the point, he had to know if these people were worth trusting and what he could expect.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I'll hang out here for now," Sebastian responded to Chystabel, not quite sure if he was being truthful when he said that.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he eyed up the bookshelves and when Chrystabel was gone, he made a mad dash over to begin scanning the titles. It was  certainly nothing like any library he'd ever seen, but he supposed that was probably useful to the current predicament. As far as he knew, he had nothing but time for now, so he began to pull out various books that were of interest. Some on history, others on arcane theory; potions, runes, treatises, grimoires, you name it. He wouldn't be able to read them all cover to cover, but he could scan them enough to get an idea of what he was dealing with.