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It had gotten late, what was he had failed to notice, books spread out on the table he was sitting by in the Crystarium and papers in small piles to his right, relevant information being written down in neat handwriting. Breaks had happened, quite naturally so, he still couldn’t sit still for more than forty minutes at a time. But he was determined to go through the material today, using the precious little free-time he had to do the hard work and then spend the rest of week revising it. Rather that than not knowing enough in time for the mission and risking everyone’s lives in the process.
‘I already spoke to Mother about this’, is what he was about to say when the all too familiar ‘Cadet’ was uttered behind him, already assuming the approach concerned if he had informed higher-ups about staying a bit late. Instead a plate was put down close to him, causing Eight’s frown to ease and being replaced with an almost surprised look. Ah, he had rushed through dinner, had he not? “Thank you, Commander”, genuine appreciation and a nod before returning to his papers.
Thirty seconds passed before Eight realized that he probably wasn’t going to leave until he had started to eat.
