Originally Posted by Paranoidish
Oleander was tiring of answering questions. He was more of an action man, not a thinker. He left that up to Sasha. And now that he thought about it, even though he was still a little angry from before, he wished Sasha was here to help this kid, "You only die outside of people's minds. You're safe while in my or anyone elses mind. Otherwise your parents wouldn't have paid so much to get you in this camp." Oleander had a greedy look in his eye.
"Of course you read the phamplet before coming? This was all answered in there."
"Uh... yes. Of course. It was a good pamphlet--full of... pictures
. Er, and my parents? They... like money. And have it."
She was just a little afraid of Oleander--now. Before he had looked fun. But he was beginning to seem like another mean teacher.
"One more question, sir. Um, when do we start classes? In the moring, I mean."