For the Food...

'What ever you side you choose, I'll support you definitely.'

Darren simply frowned; he didn't want to choose a side at all. Fighting was bad enough, fighting against other students was worse.

(If it was about his weakness, then Darien had it covered.)

He shrugged at his question. "If you're warning me, an innocent student of the Academy, then you're probably for the Academy. If you're out to destroy people, then you would've obliterated the entire cafeteria. There's no point to tell me anything otherwise."

'I'm not fighting.' Darren answered.

'He might kill you and you're just standing there.'

The younger twin ignored him.

Darren raised a brow; he only warned him out of boredom? What was he- some sort of toy to amuse people with?

'Choose a side, Darren!'

The younger narrowed is eyes slightly; there wasn't anyway he would choose a side. He'd remain neutral; mostly because he wasn't sure if he liked or hated the academy yet. He wanted to act on his own thoughts, not on others'.

"I'll keep that in mind," he waved dismissively. He sat onto a nearby chair, and sighed, popping the last piece of bread into his mouth, setting his head on his hand.

'Darien, if we're in a life or death situation, you decide what to do.'

'Eh? What? Why?! It's your life! I can't just decide it for you.'

'No, you can fight for your own life, and mine if you choose. I'm remaining neutral. There's a chance where they won't bother me at all. There's a chance I won't die, Darien,' he thought airily.

There was silence on the other's end. And then, Darien's icy tone slid back into his mind.

'There's a chance you will.'