"When are you going for the session with the chief?" Virgil asked. They were sitting in the canteen and Virgil had just been discharged.

Roman swallowed his mouthful of food before sighing. "Next month. The chief is very busy. I know it's supposed to help me but I can't help feeling a little…" He trailed off, gaze wandering towards the other group of soldiers.

Virgil followed it and spotted Jeremy. Heere. He was sipping his bowl of soup, not talking to anyone. He looked pretty normal, but there was something off with his eyes. Pure black, his pupils were thin and looked slitted. They were surrounded by an unnatural shade of yellow. More than that, they seemed lifeless. As if he had been drained of all emotion. There was no warmth or joy in his eyes, neither was there sadness or anger. They were just empty.

Virgil nodded. Something was definitely something off about the sessions.  Standing up, he patted Roman's back reassuringly. "Don't worry, Princey. I'll help you. " Shooting a smile at the soilder, he walked towards Jeremy, missing the smile Roman shot back. 

"Hi Jeremy! " Virgil put on his happiest expression, channelling his inner Patton.  "How are you?" 

Jeremy stared up blankly. "Fine.", was the one word response. Mentally, Virgil was furrowing his eyebrows. What was up with him? Was he really that dead inside? 

"So my friend over there." He gestured in Roman's direction, who gave a small wave. " He's going for his first session with the chief next month. We heard you went, any tips or tricks?" A blank stare and a shrug was all he received. 

"Nothing?" Jeremy shrugged once more. This idiot was completely unresponsive, but Virgil was going to give one more shot. 

"So you know nothing that can help him? " Jeremy didn't even respond, instead blankly staring off into the distance. 

Self control started to be put to the test. "Well, er, thanks for your help!" Virgil forced a smile. "Stay...stay fabulous!" And with that said, he finger-gunned and backed away.

"Stay fabulous?" Roman chuckled, "Where did that come from?" Virgil's smile dropped off his face, morphing back into his usual scowl.

"I have no idea." He responded, before rubbing his cheek. "Jeez, smiling is so tiring, how does Patton do it?" 

Roman's eyes lit up. " Oh yeah! I forgot you knew who Patton was! He treated me during my first week when I accidentally got cut by a sword. He's super cheery, I still don't understand how he's such good friends with Logan."

Virgil tilted his head in curiosity. "Who's Logan?" 

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Roman replied," He's the head battle strategist, a real nerd. He has literally no emotion whatsoever. He's, like, the complete opposite of Patton. They're both really smart though, in different areas of course." 

Virgil looked around the canteen in an attempt to find the duo,  before spotting Patton and a man in a black polo-tee and a blue tie having an animated discussion. 

"But Lo, isn't it better if- Oh, hiya Virgil! Hi Roman! How are you guys? Have you been resting well? " Virgil gave a smile and a nod, before looking at the man opposite him closer.

He had dark brown hair, so dark it almost looked black. He was lean like Patton, in contrast with Roman's wide shoulders and obvious muscle. His spectacles looked like every other person's spectacles in the camp, with big lenses and a black frame. Serious and piercing, Logan's eyes were a dark mocha brown.  Standing in front of him, Virgil felt like a student consulting a teacher for help. 

Logan offered a slight smile as he stood up, revealing his height to be slightly taller than Virgil's. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Virgil. I'm looking forward to working with you in the future." 

Virgil gave a small nod in return. He seemed pretty okay, and less enthusiastic than the other two. Overall he seemed rather trustworthy. Not that Virgil knew anything about that. 

He smiled. " I think we'll get along just fine."