Myraid glistened with trails of sweat as he overworked himself, his own way of tossing aside the emotions that slowly corroded his heart. He didn't like to feel jealous or even slightly phased by romantic emotions. It was often the cause of self-sacrificing and he'd hate to die for someone after attempting so much to ensure his own survival. Salty sweat dripped from his brow and irritated his eye, he immediately wiped it away with the back of his hand. 

[i]Dammit,[/i] He cursed to himself. [i]I hate this feeling, this longing.[/i]

As the others begun to work as well, Myriad took his bottle from the proctor and smiled, wistfully. [b]"Thanks, teach. I really needed this," [/b]He told him, his suit humid and damp from his obvious overexertion. Taking in a deep breath, he downed a good portion of the bottle before placing it to the ground. [b]"Good, I think. The fight brought back some dreary memories."[/b]