He stood in the corner of the room as he didn't want to sit among the students, staying as silent as the skeleton behind him, for he didn't really care for the class itself. History was something that he had already lived through, so he did not need lear it, he simply wanted to re-live it. And thus he brought countless battles to life in his mind's eyes, some won, some lost, each of them changed according to what he thought was best-however, as he had no opponent to test himself against, he did not know if it would really work. He could have tried to play a game againsthimself, however, he was already bored of that because of the long hours spent on a plane that he had included him doing just that. Thus, he opted for making quick, short judgments, moving from one battle to another along with the teacher's voice. He doubted anybody had noticed him andhe prefered it like that.