Can Evil be Reversed? pv Emily R. Brewer

The boy looked at the girl with such shame onto his face. He- felt sorrow. Pity. Pity for himself. Pity that he played stupid. He nodded, walked out of the Great Hall. His eyes full of heavy tears. Why? The last time that happened, he had a shrimp flavored bean.

Perhaps the boy accidentally ate one? And not knew about it? Maybe Brewer's compassion came through and struck the boy. His mind was still struck with the desire to trip someone.

Indeed. To make him feel better, probably. The boy ran and tripped the boy. Well, the boy in the hallway, running away. Running towards the Abandoned Toilets.

Indeed, the time he arrives is around the time the sun began to set. Mostly because the boy tripped several people, partly bending over so his back would serve as a trip line, and not a stool.

Maybe it wasn't Emily that got through to him. Maybe it was actually the shrimp bean that he somehow, at some point, ate when he was at the Great Hall. Because now, he didn't feel shame, or tears running down his face. He actually felt pride. Pride in tripping someone. Pride in being mean. Or rather, being a trickster.