"Hm... What did you talk about? If you don't mind me asking." Hax asked, uninterested. Simon's talk about being a doctor was shrugged off by Hax. He didn't know who it was who helped treat him when he first came to the academy, but he didn't really care. Whether it was Simon or someone else, he was thankful, but that means they know just how many scars he is hiding. Curiosity might occur and it'd become a nuisance so asking about who was the doctor who treated Hax was something he wasn't going to do. "Yeah yeah, I stretch. After most sessions I stretch for a couple of minutes." Finishing of his sandwich, Hax went back to lying down, hands behind his head, stretching out his body. "I don't bother to check the progression of the training. I just do what I do." His training mostly included swordsmanship, agility runs, marksmanship wielding capacity, as he called it. Anything outside of that he called practice. Even if it was weight lifting, he seemed to call it practice. More so because he was keeping his muscle tone rather than improving it. Same with studies, practiced the ability to study. He had most of the knowledge one needed or even available about demons already.

"Anyway, why don't you go cheer up that kid over there, on top of that roof? I'm sure he needs cheering up." Hax angled his head, indicating the roof of the dorms, where Kiddo was. It was not that he wanted to chase Simon away, he just couldn't handle him very well for long periods. He was like that with anyone really. Unable to keep up conversation, unable to get along. Just a small chat and brush along, most of the time rubbing people the wrong way. It was one of his awkward points, and things he felt he was never going to be able to do. Something that he, a human, lacked, yet he has seen demons better off than him. He just needed to keep going though. Right now, he could not open up to anyone, trust no-one. That's all he knew. For now, that's how he lived.