Jasper stayed seated as his classmates filed out. He had questions for this "Professor," and he intended to have them answered. He took a deep breath, in and out. [i]Focus, control, focus, control[/i]. He repeated in his head. There was something different about this professor, more than just his age. He needed to have access to all of his skills when he questioned him, in case he was asked to give a demonstration. He couldn't let simple emotions get in the way of becoming a death scythe.