He could hear her footsteps and half-noticed he couldn't see her feet. But it was nothing he was concerned with. She was smoke wasn't she? Ben's thoughts kept circling about the idea of having little to no one to talk to now. Bushara was his friend. But for how long?
Ben looked over at Bushara, loosing his crossed arms slightly. As he listened to her and saw her smile (but not returning the smile), the memory of Davian's challenging the decision to meet with his sire came to the forefront, deepening the frown on his face. Truth was he really wanted others to like him. And in that one post, he had done the opposite.
"I wanted to look him in the eyes and get the truth out of him. And not give him the luxury of time to come up with a possible lie that email does." Ben spoke. He looked off and down, speaking of the fear, anger, and pain from what he could remember of the day he was sired and the hours afterward.