[He continues on through the halls and passages with a new spring in his step. Is Atem humming?
He definitely is.
He reaches the door where the class is usually held, and -- pauses, just a moment, outside. Atem isn't shrinking back out of fear of the tutor, but the task ahead of him; a cowardly and unworthy and unwise part of him remembers that maybe, this would be easier if he bolted. It's not a part driven by reason or logic, just...child's instincts. He rests his hand on it, but doesn't push yet.
He glances back at Mahad. Is this going to be okay? Is it going to go the way they want?]
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He definitely is.
He reaches the door where the class is usually held, and -- pauses, just a moment, outside. Atem isn't shrinking back out of fear of the tutor, but the task ahead of him; a cowardly and unworthy and unwise part of him remembers that maybe, this would be easier if he bolted. It's not a part driven by reason or logic, just...child's instincts. He rests his hand on it, but doesn't push yet.
He glances back at Mahad. Is this going to be okay? Is it going to go the way they want?]