The young boy leaned against the railing, ignoring the chattering going on throughout the entire airship. Everyone was excited after having been accepted into Beacon, but it didn't seem all that interesting to him. It was just another school to learn the same stuff they'd been learning. At least he'd gain some field work here. He hadn't had as much of a chance to really practice his skills at Flare, though it had given him more than the typical school. He supposed it was something to look forward to at least.

Smiling a bit to himself at the thought, he let his eyes drift, gazing over the other people around him. He only noticed on person he could recognize. Well, there were a few, but only one stood out. Amalger. The unofficial rival that he was said to have faced all through Flare...even though neither of them actually competed. It was rather disappointing, he was sure. The thought had passed by him what their scores would have been like if the two of them had actually applied themselves a bit more. The two were good, but...they seemed to have the same personality. Neither wanted to put the effort in if they were doing that well without it. He was catching snippets of the conversation he was having with the other boy over the unique weapon that Amalger had created.

After he had explained it for the boy, Nevin smiled a bit again. "It still seems kind of unwieldy as a conventional weapon," he pointed out. He was sure Amalger had trained his body to use it, but it would have been useless for him, unable to actually carry it, let alone use it.