Damien could not even respond. To hear Walter tear him down like that was clearly an attack to him on his intellegance. His knowledge as a bit of a zombie otaku so to speak. Granted, he knew that he did not know everything, but he knew that behind the games and the media there was some truth and some wild guesses would be better then not knowing anything. As he worked at packing up his stuff, he continued to bite down hard on his inner lip, breaking the skin and making him bleed. Inside, her was so full or rage and hurt at the sametime it became painful to stop his body from twitching.<br/><br/>After he was all done and dared not show anyone his face. He Picked up his travel chest with laptop and games and all inside, suitcase with cloths and leaving his bedding behind. He moved over to the table, grabbed his device he made from a digital alarm clock and then gathered the suitcase and chest, picked them up and headed for the door. He grabbed his bloodied staff and went into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He went down the stairs and at the foot, put down his stuff, but held onto the staff. He sat on the large chest and let himself shake in anger and hurt. Walter had just tore apart Damiens pride. As well as keeping alert for anything dangerous.