He had grown tired of this, constantly going through the same week over and over. At first it was shocking, fighting his way to the sixth day, the day he made his choice. He chose to take on his own path, to create a new world.
Yet even after they one, and a new world was created, it didn't change anything. The first night at their new world, and there last were one in the same. They had made it theirs and yet when he awoke he was right back at the exams.
He had grown to loath the constant effect of time turning back, he was reliving all the events that had happened already, he was shocked, but thought it was so that he could remake a mistake. He had let Io die, which he wished had never happened.
He was shocked by the fact of a change of what he said, made no difference what so ever to the outcome of the conversation. He went through the hell of those eight days again, in hopes of his mistake being corrected.
Once they had won again, and Io still lived, he thought all would be alright. Yet when he went to sleep yet again he was back at school. He had grown to hate these eight days ever so. He then got a different idea, that he had made the wrong choice, and was given yet another chance to correct it.
He then went through the task, of choosing a different path. He couldn't decide, he hadn't cared for the others, that was the point in making his own. In the end he decided to help make the Merit system a reality, and made it so.
Yet even then he awoke yet again to the school. He had thought to the past twenty-four days, the days it had taken to change the world three times. Each time, no one remembered anything of the last, no one but him.
He felt anger, at the fact that he was sent to go to the hell again. Yet he hoped that it was all a sick dream. But he never woke up from it. It was he decided to make the world equal, in hopes that it would finally end.
But yet again he ended up back in the past, by now, he was slowly getting annoyed, each conversation he had already had. He started to stop talking to people all together, only doing so when it was a must. He started to not care, knowing that he was just going to relive it again the next eight days.
He started to test, how the events changed when he let his friends die. He was shocked that if Jungo died when they went to fight Megrez that Ronaldo would show up, and end up helping fight it. Or if Keita died that Yamato would end up taking his place.
Yet he couldn't draw himself to leave Joe for dead. Yet if he died he had a feeling that Anguished One would come, but he wasn't sure. He also noticed other fights were starting up. He fought someone calling himself father time. Then there was the Necromancer. He had been growing tired of the constant trials of the hell he now called life.
Then at the final time, the time when he decide not to help any of them, they took it to far. He walked down the battlefield, seeing the bodies of those he had once loved all around, yet he felt no remorse. He had grown not to care in the weeks.
Yet after that had happened, no one was left to confront Polaris for the week. Yet he didn't care, he was going to relive it yet again. When he went to sleep, he was ready to awake back at school again, yet he never did.
For that last week, the world didn't rewind, and he was never sent back in time. Polaris had gotten his way, the world was now gone.