"What's going on? Why are we out here?" Octavius asked, eyeing Void's focused expression as he swept their surroundings.
Void didn't respond. Instead, he continued his search, his gaze darting around the environment.
"Fine, I'm off," Octavius said, turning to leave when Void didn't sayanhthing. "We have Skill Aptitude classes, and I don't want to miss that. I'm starting to enjoy Miss Wilmort's classes."
[Figured you'd want to intervene, ] Void said, not bothering to look up. [One of the guys who killed your sister is hitting on Amy.]
Octavius, who was already walking away, stopped dead in his tracks, his feet rooted to the spot as he turned to face Void. "What are you talking about?"
[While your brain might be going through some utter chaos, I want to believe it hasn't affected your ability to hear fine, ]
Octavius rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. "How did you know about that?" he raised another question.