He wasn't quite sure why he'd told her; not that Galgheita would ever understand his significance. He knew that Julian was not his father, but maybe he'd told her for.. Julian would be able to know, then, that he would be okay. Aldarn would be able to know, then, why..Caleb hoped.

There was nothing left for him here.

Caleb had tried. He had pushed through the wall and took and gave what little he could, but no one really needed him. He didn't need school; hardly wanted it. The Earth had moved on and the orbit had become too fast, and Caleb wasn't sure how to act..he had no finality. There was no purpose to be betraying: he'd grasped so hard for Will and he'd pushed away from death and he'd been left with only himself, having had forgotten how lonely it could get. He'd relied on her being with him. He'd let himself think it would forever be his right to take her with him. And even if he loved them with all his soul, everyone here dulled in comparison. They knew to much and he knew too much. Then maybe..

Just maybe Caleb hoped that Galgheita would somehow decipher his string of words into something she could understand: I lost something precious and I fear I may have to travel the Universe to find it again. Just maybe, and most definitely, Caleb was hoping a little bit for her - for someone - to please maybe stop him. Because Caleb wasn't sure what he'd lost. Something he'd presumably found and let slide through his fingers in Will, and something he was at least certain needed to be found. He was hoping that someone had another way to find it.

For Metamoor..

In reality..

Caleb had never left Meridian.

Alone.

He didn't even know if he would ever come back.

...

It had taken it's own long moments, in which Cornelia silently stood taller, for the faint tracing of a smile to caricature over Will's features. And even though the girl really did seem to brighten; a glimmer of something hopeful as Hay Lin blew every balloon up at once beaming gently from her eyes, Cornelia found she couldn't force such a thing to her own face - there was to be no glimmer, nor smile..

There would be no laughing and Cornelia refused to do more than tense her features; the grins and movement blurring into the background of her utter betray, because.. They were using her. They were acting as though everything was fine, on the one single condition that Will did everything right. And none of them even noticed; not even Taranee gave herself the half decency and morality to acknowledge it. It was disgusting. "I can't believe you're all just-"

"Delia! Let's see how the gym is coming!" The eyes that had ignored Cornelia's voice, and Will's that hadn't, followed to the door and something froze because they had to be right outside that door. And this was why Will hadn't wanted to..this..irresponsible.. The door closed as hastily as their 'math teacher' Mrs Rudolph's eyes locked almost perturbedly onto Will. Cornelia's eyes flashed menacingly however, to Irma who clearly bit back anything she was about to say to 'lighten the mood' or throw blame somewhere else. "Delia?"

Muffled words were held out of reach, and Will had dropped to the ground with the others, hastily pulling out the Heart. Click-clacking of heels faded quickly the moment they stood back in their original form and no one said a word as Mrs Rudolph pushed quietly into the room.

And walked quietly to Will.

And muttered something that Cornelia couldn't hear, but Irma rolled her eyes and Will bit her quivering lip, nodding. Pushing her shoulders down from uncomfortably close to her ears she shrugged and the older Meridian in disguise frowned disapprovingly. "I- I know.. I just.."

"They are not a game, Will."

Cornelia turned herself away slightly, feeling a pinking sensation over her cheeks when Irma smirked with Galgheita's eyes zooming to her. It wasn't Will's fault, but somehow Cornelia could only see Will being seen for her lack of control if she said anything about Irma right there. But no one else was going to say anything. "Hey, it wasn't Will's-"

"And I'd have hoped your guardians would've learned some manners, not that I'm surprised considering you." Cornelia only kept her mouth shut from obscenity then because it wasn't worth her expulsion to hassle the old cow. How dare she?

"I'm not her slave, I'm her-"

And then the door slammed and Will only did her best to glare waterily before following the woman.

"Will?"

"Sheesh, who cares. She wants to skip out on decorations, fine by me."

Cornelia wish that someone there could look her in the eyes and actually say they disagreed with that statement.