Things shifted way too quickly for anyone to even understand, and by the time everyone absorbed the things that had gone down, it was already too late. Ben was already standing in front of his classmate, protecting her with a resolute expression.
Alex, however, was aware of Ben's nature, and he was sure that he would step up—essentially the reason for him letting go of the device the moment Ben kicked the device, or could Ben have even been able to touch the device if Alex didn't want it?
But he still blinked, seemingly startled for a moment. Then, his expression shifted into something unreadable—part nostalgia, part amusement. "Faulty?" he repeated softly, almost as if speaking to himself. "I remember someone saying that once. How nostalgic."