Ultimately, though, on balance you decide to just forge ahead and have this done. "Okay, one last thing. At the beginning of the year, every seer on Garenhuld -- including me -- had a vision. something sleeping. Something big, and evil. It was waking up, and it's coming here."
They both look at you, at first with confusion and then mounting alarm.
Jaffur speaks first. "Why are you here?"
You blink. "Excuse me?"
"Why are you here?" he asks. "Why are you not awake and training your tail off?"
"Why are you wasting time training the Misfits and me?" asks Jaron, leaning forward.
"Why are you still bothering with seer training?"
"Why are you still going to school?"
"Stop, stop!" you say, holding up your hands. "What is with you two?!"
"You had a vision-" says Jaron.
"Every seer on the planet had a vision," interrupts Jaffur, folding his arms.
"-of something -- you don't even know exactly what, just that it's something -- coming that wants to do bad things, and you're spending time that's not training?" says Jaron.
"What the hell, Scion?" says Jaffur, giving you an outraged look.
"Look, I have other things to do-" you start to say.
"This is literally our job," he says, raising his voice. "Defending against outside invaders is literally what we were ordained to do when we were born. Every single seer saw this thing coming. Why did that not indicate that you needed to hit the Hall?"
"I have been training!" you say, getting angry. "I've been starting style training-"
"Starting?!" they both say, half-rising.
"I've had other things to do!" you say, defensive.
"I have seen you spend nights with the rest of the girls!" says Jaron, waving his arms as he comes to his feet. "You don't have to sleep! You are spending a night almost every week doing nothing!"
"Look, I don't spend the time training he does," you say, nodding to Jaffur. "I am different. He's the fanatic, and I-"
"I'M SEALED!"
You lean back at the force of Jaffur's shout and direct your full attention to him.
"I AM TRAPPED, IN MY OWN FUCKING HEAD, WHILE THIS MYSTERY THING IS BEARING DOWN ON OUR HOME!" roars Jaffur, swiping his arm across. "I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU DO OR DON'T LIKE FIGHTING; YOU'RE IT!"