Mezolene's smile didn't falter a bit as she took her middle finger beneath her thumb and gave Nik's earlobe a thump, "Stay or go. Go to the world or have it come to you. It doesn't really matter. The world is full of beautiful people. You only get to meet so many in your life. So many, vibrant and full of dreams like we were, will come here to the academy. Outside these walls though, there so many different people. I wish I could know them all, but... most of all, I'm glad to have known you and Jakka. No matter where we go or how far apart we are, we have these days. We'll always be family." She would say something like that...<br/><br/>It was at times maddening, and in her own special way she was as damaged as Jakkalin. Though one could not readily chastise her for nobility, self sacrafice, and a compulsive need to touch everyone's life that she crossed, the urge was always there to remind her that sometimes, you had to do something for yourself. At times it was clear that her selflessness cost her in ways she didn't seem to comprehend in these days of her youth.<br/><br/>Regardless, there was no debating with her. She had intentionally missed the point of his confession of love. It was so very obvious that they were equally smitten with each other, and that the strictures of friendship could scarcely contain their feelings... but then, there was Jakka. In Finch's mind though, Jakka was not an obstacle. She was a hook in her heart. Torn in two directions, Mezolene had chosen the noble thing to do, and had strove to balance her affection between the two. Just as she yearned to kiss Nikkolas now and hold him close, Finch could see herself closing her eyes, resting her head on Jakka's shoulder and passing an afternoon simply basking in her presence. She shook away her fleeting melancholy one last time, rubbing Nikkolas' shoulders as she changed the subject, "So... exams coming up, right?"