She accepted the orange from him with a bland thank you, then smiled, it still seemed forced, but not nearly as intense as it was earlier in the day. Feeling somewhat proud he returned to his food, letting his mind wander a bit...she said something before he tried to give her food though...what was it? Shit...he had let his mind get so occupied with her lack of food that he completely ignored what she had said. He rubbed his head a bit, trying to remember, then something clicked.
"It's not only to help figure things out, that too, yeah, but Yamaku will also help students learn to overcome whatever's in their way. My hallmate told me something interesting last year. There was a girl in the art club who graduated from here a couple years ago. She had no arms. She was still the best painter of them all, and her art teacher even helped her set up an art exhibit. To what I hear, she didn't quite follow through, but things like that are what I'm talking about. If you know what you want to do, they'll help you do it here."
"Whatever is in my way, huh?" He silently mused. He really didn't want to be here, he wished that he didn't have to lose his arm, to be labeled as 'disabled', kicked out of the UFC. So how was he supposed to overcome that? How was this school going to help him adapt to his situation? Despite all of his determination, his fighting spirit, even he knew that it only got him so far and clearly a missing limb outweighed determination and added up to disappointment and a wasted future.
...It pissed him off, he wanted to punch something really fucking hard.
"Would you be uncomfortable if I told you the reason I'm here?"
He blinked, guess his mind had wandered off farther than he had anticipated, the girl's question catching him a bit off guard.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious," he started, "I just didn't think it was my place to ask, but if you're willing to share your story..."