While most of the hunters cleared out of the pub-like hideaway to continue their training, Adeline remained with her back to the floor. She was awake, but not quite ready to get up. For one, she wasn't sure what she would even do today. She could join in Sir Taveirn's training session, though her abilities didn't seem to fit the kind of exercise she would be participating in. The chaos involved might make it difficult for her to focus on who is where, but that could also be something she needs to work on. Then again... would it all be pointless if they lost? It might seem like a vain effort to even try if there are silencers like the man from the other day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if you get off your lazy ass and do something, you'll figure it out!</span>her demon screeched.<span style="font-style: italic">This place is boring, there's nothing going on!</span><br/><br/>Adeline let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know. Can we actually win this war, Tiresias? Even if we did, I doubt we'd make much of a difference. Especially if the standard we need to live up to is 'Invincible' if we hope to survive."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pfah, woman! I didn't bond with you so I could see this little shithole for the rest of my life!</span><br/><br/>"Is that why you helped me? What if the world on the other side of this war is not even worth seeing?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Being a sightless demon sets your standards pretty damn low, and anything is better than the way this place is now. I'm going to do whatever it takes to live!</span><br/><br/>Tiresias sounded somewhat different than his usual self, like he was actually<span style="font-style: italic">serious</span>about something. Maybe it was a miracle delivered from heaven, or a false blessing in disguise. Despite all her enmity for the creature, he still managed to do some things right. His confidence stirred Adeline out of her restful state. The maiden patted the ground to her left a few times until she found her cane, and lifted herself off the ground with its assistance.<br/><br/>"Either way," Adeline said, "You didn't answer my question. What activity should I partake in today?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stuffing your bra so I have something to look at,</span>the lizard demanded.<br/><br/>She knew his tomfoolery would spring up again. She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, all they ever do is get shot down in a blazing inferno. It seems like the decision was left up to her.<span style="font-style: italic">What to do, what to do...</span>she pondered.<span style="font-style: italic">Something that Sir Taveirn said was off yesterday. Though, it would be wrong to accuse him of being... something else. Also impolite.</span>She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded up the stairs to the exit of the establishment, tapping her cane on various things along the way.<br/><br/>As the light of the sun failed to enter her eyes, obviously nothing about this day contrasted the other. The only difference was if it rained or not, and if she would be attacked or left alone. Though, once difference could be that a bunch of novice hunters are practicing their unstable abilities on each other. That will certainly be something to brighten up her day, especially if she runs into the center of the crossfire. As much as she hated to confront him about it, the question of what Ayl meant when he spoke to that silencer for the last time kept resurfacing from the depths of her mind. It was somewhat ominous... maybe he was just joking to invoke fear? Then again, he did survive a spike through a chest and recovered within a few hours. Maybe there was some truth to his words...<br/><br/>The blind woman made sure not to get near the trainees as she went the long way around to reaching Ayl. Since he was directing the session, she could hear him talking to his pupils every once in awhile. She approached the purple master with great caution, mostly because of the fact that hunters were experimenting with their powers. It was like walking around the perimeter of a minefield. Eventually, she reached her goal and was standing a few inches away from Ayl. Obviously, this was not a topic to discuss in public, so she tapped on his shoulder to draw his attention and pointed to an area unpopulated by others.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, Sir Taveirn, but could I talk to you for a moment?" she asked.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>"DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!"<br/><br/>Every word of Levin's scream was followed by his knife meeting the wall. This had become a way to vent his anger, though the amount he had pent up within him would not be exhausted by a few swipes. Splatters of blood covered the entirety of his being, but he was no longer under the control of his demon.<br/><br/>"How could they force Sam to do that to me? They're monsters, they're the true evils of this world! How could they use Sam like that? How!?"<br/><br/>Ymir was somewhat surprised at the tenacity of his host. Even after all that had happened he was still ready to fight again. It didn't matter to him, though. All that demon wanted was to kill "him." Demons typically hold grudges just for looking at another each other strangely, but getting your arm severed made it much more personal. Levin still continued his angered ranting, venting his rage on the side of a lone building.