[A/N: soory it's so short, anyone who is reading this, sorry! And I'll try to add more ASAP!!!]
"Now - how many of them are there?" I asked for the tenth time, trying to keep my cool.
"I don't know," he whimpered. "At least a hundred!"
He was shaking and quivering in the face of all those passive foes.
"If you don't so something quick," I hissed, "They'll stop being so passive and come up for us! Now do something!"
He wilted. He melted to the floor. He reached, trembling, inch by inch, for the button to talk –
– And the enemy winked out. The screen was blank. The door creaked open and the lights came up. I threw my hands up in exasperation as my control snapped.
"Oh Jeord! You were too slow! Now you failed, and I can't go on! How could you?" I stormed out of the simulator.
"Rena-ah" The mindvoice was so familiar that I almost snapped at it. Then I realized. It was the dean! "Why did you snap at young Jeord?" It was like pressure on my mind, forcing me to answer.
"I – I don't know. He's just the third person to fail and now I have to wait again! Oh sir, when will a truly worthy partner come?" I was breathing hard, almost sobbing. "Rena-ah. Have you ever wondered why no one volunteers and we have to assign someone?" Oh. I hadn't thought of that. "No, obviously not. What do you think you've been doing wrong?" What was wrong? All I had done was prod in the right direction and leave them to their own devices. All that ever happened was that they failed, and I – oh. Oh dear. "Um-hm. So, what went wrong?" " I … I…" "Tell you what." The mindvoice sounded amused. "Come to my office and we'll discuss this little development there." "Thank you sir. I'll be right there." Relieved, I started to make my way to my dorm for my umpteenth meeting with the dean.