Ryan stepped out of Training Hall Alpha and stopped.
The morning sun was higher now, warming the air, chasing away the chill that plagued him earlier. Students streamed past him, heading in different directions. Most went toward the dining hall, a few toward the dormitories.
James clapped him on the shoulder. "We're grabbing breakfast. You coming?"
Ryan shook his head. "Not hungry."
James raised an eyebrow. "You sure? We've got sparring soon. You'll want the energy."
"I'm fine, thanks," Ryan said.
Jared shrugged. "Suit yourself. We'll see you at the training grounds."
They disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ryan standing alone.
He made his way back towards Training Grounds East, his legs were protesting, trying to stop him from going back to the place that caused their severe PTSD.
The grounds were empty now, quiet except for the distant sounds of the academy. Voices, footsteps, the clatter of activity from other training areas.
