Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.
Sadde considers saying 'unfortunately nothing' but thinks that will not be terribly productive. "I'm—kinda anxious," he admits instead.
"I'm trying to psych myself up, convince myself to go if it's the Behemoth, but then I think about it and I have to focus not to hyperventilate."
"I know they're not, but I still really should. I mean, even the evac help I can provide is pretty good, but. You know. Big gun."
"That's why I'm psyching myself up, or trying to anyway. I think I'll be able to, but the wait is kinda nerve-wracking. It was like, a few days ago I noticed that it's been over three and a half months and now it's all I can think about."
"I'm going this one," he says, more firmly. "I spent ten years saying, maybe next one, maybe the next, I need to know my powers better, control them better, then I could and I spent a year saying I should wait, be sure, go out in costume." Sigh. "If it's him, I'm going."
"Do cameras work around him? I do need to be watching the copies to have them really do anything power-like."
Shrug. "Dunno, feels weird to just go 'Behemoth.' Maybe I'm just used to 'the Simurgh' and transferred it over."