When he arrived to his dorm room, Nathan sat there in a daze as he just laid there on the bed, silent and thinking over everything. He felt like he would never be able to...achieve what he wanted. To be credited. To be known for doing something unbelievably good to make his afterlife seem meaningful. He sighed as he clutched the covers of the bed and sighed softly as he closed his eyes and tried to think of what to do. Should he stay? What was the point of it all? Why would he want to stay anyway...He knew it was nothing more than just a pipe dream. He could not kill Yasibel or Amelia, no matter how hard he tried. Why would he even bother? He stayed silent as he tried to figure out what his next course of action would be. Would it be to continue fighting...or to just attend classes seriously until he obliterates and lets this all be over with...forever?