At Galahad's snide comment, Alex mocked offense.
"You mean to tell me that I, Alexander the Great, am less than halfway decent? Preposterous! If anything you younglings should revere us in all of our glory." The blue eyed male was far from serious in this comment.
To be honest, Galahad was one of the most tolerable first years for Alex to get along with, personally. Not only that, but he had seen the brunette hold his own fairly well against difficult opponents.
As it many times did, the realization that in less than a year, he'd go off to battle saddened the fourth year. However, he didn't let it show. He had gotten good at hiding whatever he was feeling. A perk from being raised in an environment where you were constantly being watched. Alex knew the battlefield was not a pretty sight, but being able to use his parent's contacts, he and his twin might be able to go straight into a specialized camp to train Proticans to fight higher ranking angels with more heavenly power. He was more sad about leaving behind all the friends he’d made at the academy. However, all good things must come to an end. It’s a part of life.