Leonardo frowned but he complied. It was progress. When he finished the book, he settled it on the ground and left without anoher glance. Entering his next class, Art, he sat in the farthest back of the room and began to draw. As he drew,his mind wanderlessly thought back to the Agency. He thought about the two, Dhreim and Rivialle. What was love? He didn't unerstand how someone would risks their lives to be with a person that could betray them.
He groaned in fustration. If it one thing the Agency didn't teach him, it was feeling. He didn't get it and it fustrated his so much. Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his temples.