squip’s eyes were trained on the whispering students ahead, hands resting idly on richard’s shoulders from where he stood behind him. his system was quick in processing what was going on  ( the probability of it being a harmless conversation was HIGH ), but he could still use it to his advantage.  ❛  why when we do our darkest deeds do we tell ?  ❜  he asked calmly, gaze never leaving the pair of students before seeing them disappear around the corner. it was then that hands seemed to tighten in a vice - like grip on the boy’s shoulders. ❛  they burn in our brains, become a LIVING HELL        because everybody tells.  ❜