“Could you provide me with an alarm or something to help me wake early?" I shouted after him, quickening my steps slightly as we made our way along the hallway. My voice echoed softly against the walls, sounding less forceful than I meant.
Initially he didn’t respond, simply continuing with that deliberate pace he always had. Then out of nowhere—he halted. Suddenly. Precisely. I nearly bumped into him, managing to steady myself in time by clutching the wall.
He slightly twisted his head so I glimpsed a fragment of his profile. Chin defined. Eyes frigid, then the corridor’s chill.
“No.”
He kept his tone calm. The decisiveness, in his words, hit more forcefully than a shout would have.
“That’s also included in the training " he went on. "You learn to depend on yourself. Not gadgets. Not
