Somewhere off away from all the blood on the same island, kelvin sat down by a tree.
Kelvin had chosen this spot carefully - far enough from the chaos that he could focus, but close enough to run if needed. The forest here was quieter, the only sounds being his own ragged breathing and the occasional distant echo of combat.
'Always three steps ahead, aren't you, Eclipse?' he thought, looking at the modified chip in his trembling hands. The memory of Noah pressing it into his palm just hours ago played in his mind.
He hadn't missed their homeroom teacher's strange interaction with Noah before boarding. Miss Brooks pulling him aside, that quick exchange, Noah's hand slipping into his pocket. At the time, it had seemed odd - Miss Brooks never played favorites. But Noah... Noah had a way of making even the most straight-laced teachers bend their rules.