Yoite had balled up his hand in the pockets of his hoody, there was a chill in the forest that led him to believe there was something left crawling around. He watched as the students began to fight amongst each other. Who was to take action and who wasn't to take action? He remained for the most part, out of it. He didn't know what kind of deicison he should make, staring at the group. The only thing that seemed to echo through the noise of students going back and forth was the blooding curdling scream that echoed in the back of their minds. Yoite's hands were begining to sweat in his hoody. Not because he was afraid, but because he was clenching them so tight.<br/><br/>He moved them out of his hood and walked in between the group walking off and the group standing around. He stared at the boy who had tried to turn them against each other, but didn't directly engage him. Yoite was known for being quiet and the kind of person who doesn't talk a lot.<br/><br/>"Wait," Yoite managed to call out.<br/><br/>The group gave a studden stop, but had a face of what now. Yoite could feel himself becoming a little nervous, everyone was staring at him. But now wasn't the time to chicken out of his own words.<br/><br/>"Even, if we don't have the same ideals," Yoite said, "We should at least communicate amongst each other? Shouldn't we? What happens if one group is in trouble? Even if we don't have the same ideals or goals. We should at leas have one similiar goal and that's protecting one another from the danger. There is something dark and cold in here. Like a hands reaching around your neck. It feels wrong. We should at least keep in touch."<br/><br/>Yoite could feel people staring at him and he found himself slinking into his baggy hoody as if to make sure no one could really see him.